33 Apocalypse Ave - Saturday Evening
After a day at the beach and ice cream, Friday was thoroughly exhausted. He had fallen asleep on top of some drawings he was doing, prompting Thursday to scoop him up and carry him up to bed.
She returned downstairs a short time later and curled up on the couch with page 73 of Persuasion. She wasn't able to reach page 74 before the phone rang.
"Hello? Oh, hi Mum."
"Thursday," Wednesday Next replied. "I'm not calling terribly late am I? I didn't wake you?"
"I was awake. Is something wrong?"
"Can't a mother call her daughter to say hello?"
"Is there a reason we're talking entirely in questions?"
"Thursday."
"This is the third time this fortnight that you've called. You never call that much."
"You never call at all."
"I am meant to be in hiding, Mum."
"Your father made sure the telephone line was secure. How's Friday?"
"Fast asleep. We had a day at the beach."
"Is he speaking English yet?"
"We're working on it. Mum?" Wednesday was quiet for a moment, prompting Thursday to become even more suspicious than she all ready was. "You'd tell me if there was a Minotaur in your house, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, darling, it's nothing like that."
Pickwick looked up from her basket, blinking at what she saw as Thursday talking to herself. "Plock."
"Then what?"
"You might want to check in with Bowden and Victor. Things are becoming odd at SpecOps."
"It's SpecOps, Mum. It's always been odd. Not to mention the whole Pheces debacle..." She trailed off. "He's back in power, isn't he?"
"I'm afraid so, and making some rather big changes. Call Bowden and Victor. They'll be able to explain in more detail."
Thursday found that when she next went to say something, she had to unclench her jaw to do it. "Dad said his time would come."
"Don't tell him I said this, but your father isn't often wrong. Although I do wish Mr Pheces' time would hurry along."
"You and me both. I miss him, Mum."
"I know, darling."
Thursday knew she did. After all, her mother had had to live without her father for a long time. "I'll call Bowden tomorrow."
"I'll let you go then. Give my best to Friday."
"I will. Goodnight, Mum."
"Goodbye, darling."
Thursday hung up the phone and looked around for a moment before returning to her book.
She returned downstairs a short time later and curled up on the couch with page 73 of Persuasion. She wasn't able to reach page 74 before the phone rang.
"Hello? Oh, hi Mum."
"Thursday," Wednesday Next replied. "I'm not calling terribly late am I? I didn't wake you?"
"I was awake. Is something wrong?"
"Can't a mother call her daughter to say hello?"
"Is there a reason we're talking entirely in questions?"
"Thursday."
"This is the third time this fortnight that you've called. You never call that much."
"You never call at all."
"I am meant to be in hiding, Mum."
"Your father made sure the telephone line was secure. How's Friday?"
"Fast asleep. We had a day at the beach."
"Is he speaking English yet?"
"We're working on it. Mum?" Wednesday was quiet for a moment, prompting Thursday to become even more suspicious than she all ready was. "You'd tell me if there was a Minotaur in your house, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, darling, it's nothing like that."
Pickwick looked up from her basket, blinking at what she saw as Thursday talking to herself. "Plock."
"Then what?"
"You might want to check in with Bowden and Victor. Things are becoming odd at SpecOps."
"It's SpecOps, Mum. It's always been odd. Not to mention the whole Pheces debacle..." She trailed off. "He's back in power, isn't he?"
"I'm afraid so, and making some rather big changes. Call Bowden and Victor. They'll be able to explain in more detail."
Thursday found that when she next went to say something, she had to unclench her jaw to do it. "Dad said his time would come."
"Don't tell him I said this, but your father isn't often wrong. Although I do wish Mr Pheces' time would hurry along."
"You and me both. I miss him, Mum."
"I know, darling."
Thursday knew she did. After all, her mother had had to live without her father for a long time. "I'll call Bowden tomorrow."
"I'll let you go then. Give my best to Friday."
"I will. Goodnight, Mum."
"Goodbye, darling."
Thursday hung up the phone and looked around for a moment before returning to her book.