That afternoon, Clarence found the phone book for Grynwell County and placed the heavy tome on the floor so he could read it. He thumbed through the pages, finally arriving at the 'F' section.
"Finch, Finch, Finch…" Clarence said, scanning until he finally found the listing he was looking for. "Finch, Matthew; 645 Lilac Drive, Wacovia, DW; WAcovia-6831—yes!"
Clarence went to the phone, picked up the receiver, put his finger in the holes on the rotary dial, and dialed WA-6831. He heard it ringing on the other end, then a grown woman whose voice he recognized answered. It was Mrs. Finch.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hello, Mrs. Finch," said Clarence, "this is Clarence Roland. I would like to speak with Lorelei if that's alright. I'm worried I hurt her feelings."
"Oh yes," said Mrs. Finch, "this afternoon, our daughter came home sobbing a rainstorm and saying that you divorced her. We had to sit her down and explain that it wasn't possible for you to divorce her since you two weren't married. I'll get her for you."
After a brief wait, Clarence heard Lorelei's small, shy voice answer.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hi, Lorelei…" Clarence said.
"Hi, Clarence." Lorelei said sadly.
"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings earlier like that. I feel really bad about it and I wanna apologize."
"You do?" she asked, her voice perking up.
"Yeah." Clarence replied.
"It's okay," she said, "I forgive you. And I'm sorry for making you embarrassed. My mommy and daddy said it wasn't right for me to do that to you, and that we weren't really married and my name is still Lorelei Finch."
"It's okay," said Clarence, "you just didn't know. Friends?"
"Friends!" Lorelei said happily. "Wanna come over for dinner tomorrow night?"
"Sure." Clarence said.
And from then on, Clarence Roland and Lorelei Finch were good friends, and Clarence became like a (second) older brother to Lorelei. There were still occasional disagreements, but they never lasted very long, and The Finch and Roland families remained close.