Ainsley's Caller-ID Instruction Leaflet

Thin paper folds crease under hasty fingers as Ainsley snatches the hand-sized leaflet from beside the ringing phone in her crowded front room. Bruce and Harriet's cheers swell while she traces labeled diagrams, pinpointing the caller-ID button amid giddy chaos; terse steps bridge technical bewilderment to revelation, edges worn from frantic prior unfolds, anchoring the intimate household pivot where vanity victory cracks open to White House summons.