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So I'm working on a book.....dont know how good of an idea that is....but here's the start.
Lucy Grant sat down on the queen sized hotel bed and look nervously at her husband. “Call her one more time, ok? Just to be sure.”
Smiling, Frank Grant pulled his wifes fingers out her mouth. “If you keep worrying, your going to eat the whole hand. I called twenty minutes ago, Im sure she’s out with some friends and didnt think to check messages.”
“I’m a mother, Frank, and mothers were made to worry. Please, call one more time, for me.” Lucy flashed on of those faces that men just cannot say no to.
Frank couldnt say no. “Ya know, you could make me jump off a bridge with that look. Just ONE more time, ok?”
She kissed her husband on the cheek and handed him the cell phone. “Thank you. I’ll feel better once I hear her voice.”
Frank grabbed the cell phone and quickly punched in his home number. He sat on the bed, counting the rings.
1....2....3.....
“She isnt answering?”
4.....5......6......
“Frank, is the machine on yet? Lucy shot him a panicked look.
7....8......9.....
“Hello, you’ve reached the Grant residence....”
Frank gave his wife a dissapointed look. “She must still be out. I’m going to check the messages”
Lucy began to pace back and forth across the hotel room, leaving footprints in the cheap blue carpet with her sandals. “Maybe I can call Josh, she’s probably with him.”
“Honey, dont embarass the girl. Hold on, lets see if we have messages.” Frank hit pound 22, and an automated voice alerted him he had one unplayed message.
“Mr. Grant? Frank? Damn, its a shame your not home, I have an important message from your daughter. She wanted me to let you know that you should rush home a.s.a.p., she wants to say goodbye. See you soon Mr. Grant.” Click.
Frank dropped the cell phone onto the carpet and started blankly into the hotel T.V. set. “Honey, call Delta. We need a flight home.”
Lucy turned around toward her husband. “Why, whats wrong?!”
“Now! Get the number, now!”
Holla
Lucy Grant sat down on the queen sized hotel bed and look nervously at her husband. “Call her one more time, ok? Just to be sure.”
Smiling, Frank Grant pulled his wifes fingers out her mouth. “If you keep worrying, your going to eat the whole hand. I called twenty minutes ago, Im sure she’s out with some friends and didnt think to check messages.”
“I’m a mother, Frank, and mothers were made to worry. Please, call one more time, for me.” Lucy flashed on of those faces that men just cannot say no to.
Frank couldnt say no. “Ya know, you could make me jump off a bridge with that look. Just ONE more time, ok?”
She kissed her husband on the cheek and handed him the cell phone. “Thank you. I’ll feel better once I hear her voice.”
Frank grabbed the cell phone and quickly punched in his home number. He sat on the bed, counting the rings.
1....2....3.....
“She isnt answering?”
4.....5......6......
“Frank, is the machine on yet? Lucy shot him a panicked look.
7....8......9.....
“Hello, you’ve reached the Grant residence....”
Frank gave his wife a dissapointed look. “She must still be out. I’m going to check the messages”
Lucy began to pace back and forth across the hotel room, leaving footprints in the cheap blue carpet with her sandals. “Maybe I can call Josh, she’s probably with him.”
“Honey, dont embarass the girl. Hold on, lets see if we have messages.” Frank hit pound 22, and an automated voice alerted him he had one unplayed message.
“Mr. Grant? Frank? Damn, its a shame your not home, I have an important message from your daughter. She wanted me to let you know that you should rush home a.s.a.p., she wants to say goodbye. See you soon Mr. Grant.” Click.
Frank dropped the cell phone onto the carpet and started blankly into the hotel T.V. set. “Honey, call Delta. We need a flight home.”
Lucy turned around toward her husband. “Why, whats wrong?!”
“Now! Get the number, now!”
Holla