Liz wrote: > She's got the dreaded Zuke Swells. I spent a sleepless night. I tossed. I turned. I fretted. My hands grew chapped from constant wringing. This morning I could stand it no longer. I dialed my parents' telephone number. I am still in shock at what I heard emminating from the speaker. Catharine, off to cruise the net looking for one of those outfits that promises to get you anybody's unlisted telephone number....for a price.