A short story. Granny's English mobile is besieged by calls for one Jackie, who has obligingly been spreading her number about, claiming it as her own. Callers include sad young man called William who thought Jackie was his girlfriend (she didn't think so, evidently,not least she went off with some of his stuff.) William took some convincing that Granny hadn't stolen girlfriend's phone, and occasionally rings still - for motherly advice. (Get yourself a nice girlfriend, William. Thankyou thankyou thankyou, love.) All a bit like a Raymond Carver short story Beloved daughter says. Maybe. Good copy or not though, it costs her, calls coming here are long distance calls twice over, paid for by Granny... Expat life.