King Dork - Pg 225

   In its own way, this unexpectedly retarded attempt to make a phone call was like a little Hitchcock film: all suspense and delayed gratification with plot twists and multiple false endings. I waited ten minutes and dialed again, and waited another ten minutes and dialed again, thinking that I would not be too surprised if it were answered by a mysterious German-accented voice asking me if I had the formula and telling me to wear a red carnation and come to the Oberausterplatz. But no. "Didi's phone, leave a message."
   I took a deep breath. "This message is for Deanna Skoo--"
   Deanna Schumacher picked up the phone, and she didn't mention the Oberausterplatz.