I can certainly transfer you, if you wouldn't mind holding a moment. Wonderful, thank you.

[Lila cradled the phone gently, wrinkling her nose at her own sickly sweet and charming voice. She spent a minute looking at her book before picking up the phone again, her voice falling into the stereotypical Jersey nasal tones that the "Real" Housewives had.]

T&A Mortuary, you stab 'em, we slab 'em. [A pause.] Nah, sorry, wrong number. Happens all the time.

[She hung up the phone with a plunk and went back to her book. Whoops.]