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"Two? I thought we paid the phone bill last week."

"No, these are for the cell phones." MJ smiled as she opened the first
one. She had bought a matching set of cell phones for the pair of them
in Florida. Each had approximately a hundred functions, only two or
three of which Peter understood. He had found that his phone was one
of those instruments of the technological age that was actively
dangerous if you didn't know how to work it. And he was embarrassed to
find that--while he could manipulate cameras and web shooters and
spider-tracers with the greatest of ease--he could not for the life of
him get the hang of the cell phone. Once he had tried to use the
phone's "number scratch pad," and had wound up destroying its entire
"address book," which had taken him hours to install. Since then,
Peter had resolutely refused to touch any buttons on the thing except
for the dial pad and the "accept" or "hang up" buttons.

MJ unfolded the first bill. "I've used mine about five times this
month," she said, "and you've used yours maybe three times, if I'm any
judge."

"I called the weather once," Peter said, "and once I called for a
pizza. Everything else was incoming."

She smiled, then took a look at the bill. Her mouth actually fell
open, assuming the position at which Aunt May used to warn Peter,
"You'd better shut that or a fly will get in."

'What the heck--?" She said it in a tone of voice that suggested that
"heck" was not the word she really wanted to use. '%ghat's the
matter?"

"They've given us somebody else's bill," she said and walked over to
the tub, holding the bill between thumb and forefinger as if it were a
recently deceased rat. "Look for yourself."

He looked. The first thought Peter had about the bill was, That's a
bit long, zsn t zt. There were several pages to it. The second
thought he had was on looking at the total at the top of the first
page. "BALCE "AVALE," it said. "$4,689.72."

Four thousand... Peter looked at MJ in total bewilderment. "I'hey've
made a mistake," he said. "It can't be your bill. What's the other
one say?"

"Hm--" She reached for the other envelope, which she had stuck up on
the towel shelf with everything but the junk mail she hadn't yet thrown
away. She ripped it open, unfolded it. "Twenty-three dollars and
eighty cents. Twenty of that is just the rental for the numb erA

They both looked at the other bill. "Four thousandA! It's just a