RM 508 - Friday late morning
Annette was slowly packing for her weekend trip, the phone hooked between her ear and her shoulder as she talked to her mom.
"...oh, and I got some beautiful flowers from my mentor and one of my professors. I have them sitting on my desk."
"I've never heard of teachers giving their students flowers before, Annette. Your father would never think to give-"
Annette cut her off, "It's the thing to do here, mom. Everyone is friendly like that. Makes for a happy cometalktomeanytimeyouwant atmosphere."
" . . . "
"Let's see...I got a monkey from Mac. Though it wasn't really a birthday gift. Just a gift gift cause she's cool like that. She's my roommates girlfriend who's Catholic so no worries mom. Oh, I didn't tell you? Yeah, everyone here is Catholic." Annette facepalmed.
"Annette? I have always been able to tell when you are lying to me. I do not particularly care for it now."
"All right, I'm sorry. I'll confess. I ate brownies the other night and someone Leo put weed in them. I giggled for the rest of the night." Hee hee.
"My god, can't you ever be serious! What in the world is this school doing to you?"
"Just kidding mom. Okay. I had a nice brunch date with a boy named Henry yesterday. It was very nice. We talked about chemicals and his getting married."
"Annette? Did you get the package we sent you?"
"I did, thanks so much mom for the cupcakes. I shared them. And thanks for the money, perfume, clothes, and the book, though I don't get the book or why you would send it to me, but thanks."
"What book, Annette? I didn't send you any book." There might be the sound of desperation in her mother's tone.
"The sex and marriage book, mom."
". . ."
Click. "Annette this is your father. Your mother is not feeling well. She told me to tell you to throw that damned book away because it didn't help anything. What is she talking about? Nevermind. You still seeing this Dick?"
"Dick gave me syphilis for my birthday, daddy." Annette giggled behind her hand.
"Dear god! My shotgun! Where's my shotgun! Mrs. Hargrove! Get me my shotgun!"
Annette flailed.
"It's a toy, daddy! Syphilis! It's pink and plush and he stuck it in--"
"Oh my god! Oh my god! I need my sawed off shotgun! Mrs. Hargrove! Get up woman! We have a trip to make!"
"I'm leaving dad! Field trip! ASAP! And this boy named Steerpike was mean to me! I've got to go, loves! Bye!"
Annette hung up and turned her ringer on silent. Couldn't have them call back now could she?
And because she was feeling so discontent over her situation with Steerpike, she had to call him. She didn't want to have to punch him in the face or anything. So she left him a message.
"...oh, and I got some beautiful flowers from my mentor and one of my professors. I have them sitting on my desk."
"I've never heard of teachers giving their students flowers before, Annette. Your father would never think to give-"
Annette cut her off, "It's the thing to do here, mom. Everyone is friendly like that. Makes for a happy cometalktomeanytimeyouwant atmosphere."
" . . . "
"Let's see...I got a monkey from Mac. Though it wasn't really a birthday gift. Just a gift gift cause she's cool like that. She's my roommates girlfriend who's Catholic so no worries mom. Oh, I didn't tell you? Yeah, everyone here is Catholic." Annette facepalmed.
"Annette? I have always been able to tell when you are lying to me. I do not particularly care for it now."
"All right, I'm sorry. I'll confess. I ate brownies the other night and someone Leo put weed in them. I giggled for the rest of the night." Hee hee.
"My god, can't you ever be serious! What in the world is this school doing to you?"
"Just kidding mom. Okay. I had a nice brunch date with a boy named Henry yesterday. It was very nice. We talked about chemicals and his getting married."
"Annette? Did you get the package we sent you?"
"I did, thanks so much mom for the cupcakes. I shared them. And thanks for the money, perfume, clothes, and the book, though I don't get the book or why you would send it to me, but thanks."
"What book, Annette? I didn't send you any book." There might be the sound of desperation in her mother's tone.
"The sex and marriage book, mom."
". . ."
Click. "Annette this is your father. Your mother is not feeling well. She told me to tell you to throw that damned book away because it didn't help anything. What is she talking about? Nevermind. You still seeing this Dick?"
"Dick gave me syphilis for my birthday, daddy." Annette giggled behind her hand.
"Dear god! My shotgun! Where's my shotgun! Mrs. Hargrove! Get me my shotgun!"
Annette flailed.
"It's a toy, daddy! Syphilis! It's pink and plush and he stuck it in--"
"Oh my god! Oh my god! I need my sawed off shotgun! Mrs. Hargrove! Get up woman! We have a trip to make!"
"I'm leaving dad! Field trip! ASAP! And this boy named Steerpike was mean to me! I've got to go, loves! Bye!"
Annette hung up and turned her ringer on silent. Couldn't have them call back now could she?
And because she was feeling so discontent over her situation with Steerpike, she had to call him. She didn't want to have to punch him in the face or anything. So she left him a message.