"Well, suh, I sho don't know what a smart phone is," Noah said, carefully keeping his hands behind his back. It was, in fact, so far out of his realm of experience that he couldn't make heads or tails of it.

Alexander Graham Bell was still a boy, his famous invention decades away. This looked like nothing Noah had ever seen or experienced, wasn't even a material he recognized, but then, the same could be said about the letters on the bright surface.

"Want me t'hold that for you?" He was going to keep playing the good darky until he could make a break for it. He couldn't see any other choice.