Audio Diary #1 [Operator Phonecall, Accidentally Broadcast]
Hello, Operator?
[There's a brief pause and the warble of a question from an indistinct second voice over the phone connection. (You know, it kinda sounds like Peanuts adults.)
The woman laughs and responds in a tone both wry and blithe at once, trying to mask any vocal affections that won't quite 'fit' with this community.]
No, honey, I didn't really want any line in particular. I was just wondering, if this topside white bread row really is some little slice of heaven, you've got any long lost friends of mine in the directory. James Woods? No... [A low sigh, the lower class drawl sliding right back into place] The Flanagans? Parsons? ....
Why yes, I am 'new in town'...
No, no I- not what I'm used to at all, to be perfectly square and level with ya. Matter of fact, I haven't been this side'a the tracks in years.
...Uh-huh.
[Whatever comment caused her to drop the octave in the slightest hint of curt annoyance, she's recovered from it smooth-toned in moments.]
I'm sure that's golden advice. I'll be sure to keep these pretty doily curtains drawn and my laundry off the line...no, no trouble so far. N- No, my 'husband' ain't home. I s'pose he's at work.
Well! [Grace resumes speaking primly as possible.] Ain't this the daintiest little picket fence neighborhood? G'day to you too.
[There's a sigh as she moves to return the phone to its cradle, along with a low, droll drawl.]
Whenever this old bag of bones wakes up from this fever dream, I'm sure I'll sit back and laaaaugh, laugh, laugh....
[There's a brief pause and the warble of a question from an indistinct second voice over the phone connection. (You know, it kinda sounds like Peanuts adults.)
The woman laughs and responds in a tone both wry and blithe at once, trying to mask any vocal affections that won't quite 'fit' with this community.]
No, honey, I didn't really want any line in particular. I was just wondering, if this topside white bread row really is some little slice of heaven, you've got any long lost friends of mine in the directory. James Woods? No... [A low sigh, the lower class drawl sliding right back into place] The Flanagans? Parsons? ....
Why yes, I am 'new in town'...
No, no I- not what I'm used to at all, to be perfectly square and level with ya. Matter of fact, I haven't been this side'a the tracks in years.
...Uh-huh.
[Whatever comment caused her to drop the octave in the slightest hint of curt annoyance, she's recovered from it smooth-toned in moments.]
I'm sure that's golden advice. I'll be sure to keep these pretty doily curtains drawn and my laundry off the line...no, no trouble so far. N- No, my 'husband' ain't home. I s'pose he's at work.
Well! [Grace resumes speaking primly as possible.] Ain't this the daintiest little picket fence neighborhood? G'day to you too.
[There's a sigh as she moves to return the phone to its cradle, along with a low, droll drawl.]
Whenever this old bag of bones wakes up from this fever dream, I'm sure I'll sit back and laaaaugh, laugh, laugh....