Voicemail

[surferboy_09er]

"Hey there! You've reached Dick Casablancas. I'm not here right now. I'm off either drinking, sleeping or getting my freak on with a fine lady. Leave a message at the beep. And if this is about anything serious then you might want to call Beaver. He handles all my affairs."

BEEP!

Comments

[misshargrove]

"Dick, hey, it's me Annette. So, um, I got a job today at the post office. I don't need it, of course. But it's only one day a week. Wednesday. I was thinking, you know, if you wanted to come see me or anything...you could. So, I'll talk to you later." Pause. "Dick? Are you there? All right...bye."

[misshargrove]

"Hey Dick!" Giggling was heard in the background and lots of noise.

"Made it here to New York!" Annette covered the phone with her hand and mumbled something to someone then came back on the line. "I miss you! I'm sleeping with syphilis tonight! See ya later! Oh! You can call me if you want. Oh! I got to go -- Bye!"

[misshargrove]

"Dick? Are you smarter than me?" Snickers. Click.

Ringggg. "Dick? I'm not sure how I should feel about that." Chortle. Click.

Ringggg. "Dick? I'm hurt you didn't come to New York to save my ass. I had to use bribery and...stuff to get out allonmyown! Okay! Call me! Bye!" Muffled laughter. Click.

[misshargrove]

"Hey, I have glitter. It's...new. Come over?"

[misshargrove]

Sometime during the day, Annette called Dick. And she whispered everything. "I'm in my hiding spot. People hate me." Sniffle. "I'm not a pervert and I'm so sorry about everything yesterday. I was not myself." Sniffle. "I'm sorry you had to hear that stuff on the radio. It wasn't all true."

Sniffle. "I'm sorry I was weird. I'm not weird anymore. I don't think. And I'm sorry ahead of time for what I am going to do tonight."