I let myself into my apartment and went straight to the flashing red light on the phone machine.

She popped a can of Coke, checked the phone machine.

This was the old days, when you had a phone machine.

And there was this weird message on my phone machine.

The woman walked over to the phone machine, pressed a button, and spoke the message.

I only knew he was gone by a brief message on my phone machine.

Inside, he went to the kitchen, put Porter's gun in a cabinet and checked the phone machine.

But I was hooked the next day, when he left a message on my phone machine.

But not to my mother, who left a message on my phone machine one day.

"Maybe her phone machine was turned on and she was trying to sleep?"