“You have two new messages.”
“First message. March 1st, 2007, 8:37 pm.”
“I’m still mad.”
“Join the club, kid.”
“Message end.”
“Message deleted. You have one new message.
“First message. March 1st, 2007, 8:50 pm.”
“But I miss you, loser.”
“Message end. Press one to replay the message, press two to save the message, press three to return to the menu, press nine to delete the message.”
“I miss you too, kid.”
“Message deleted. You have no new messages.”
“You have one new message.”
“First message, March 6th, 2007, 5:12 pm”
“Hey, there’s this movie coming out about some card counters.”
“Yeah, I’m going next week to see it.”
“Don’t you dare go see it without me.”
“Oh, yeah, let me just drive back to Tennessee for movie night.”
“Message end.”
“Message deleted. You have no new messages.”
“You have one new message.
“First message. March 17th, 2007, 7:09 pm”
“Oh my gosh, I’m so stinking mad.”
“Are you going to keep telling me? Because, I know.”
“Everyone’s here for spring break, right?”
“Oh, is this not about me?”
“And since you left, whenever everyone gets together, all they want to talk about is what a disappointment you are.”
“Ah, there it is.”
“Or how selfish you are, or how Mom and Dad should be glad I haven’t turned out like you, and I got so stinking sick of it. So, I yelled.”
“You yelled?”
“At everyone.”
“Oh boy.”
“Why is it that when you throw a fit at a family gathering, nobody bats an eye, but when I do it, it becomes a whole thing.”
“Maybe because you haven’t raised your voice at anyone but me since you came to live with us?”
“I wish you could have seen their faces. Uncle Bobby did that thing.”
“The red puffer fish thing?”
“The red puffer fish thing. I can’t believe how accurate a description that was.”
“I told you.”
“Anyway, my point was, I’m grounded now, for all of spring break and somehow, even though I haven’t seen or heard from you in months, it’s still your fault.”
“It’s talent kid, gotta run with my strengths.”
“If I’m still going to get in trouble because of you, you should at least be around to get in more trouble and make everyone forget about me. Can’t you call and tell Mom you’re pregnant or something? Nobody would remember my little outburst after that. But don’t really. That guy is still the worst.”
“(sigh) Yeah, I’m starting to think you may have been right about that one.”
“Seriously though, family gatherings were so much more fun when you were around. Bye Sam”
“Message end. Press one to-”
“Bye Alex.”
“Message deleted. You have no new messages.”
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