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It was simply that kind of afternoon. Shelley had gotten home, but no one had started cooking for dinner. Shelley avoiding him as usual, Elan sat reading on the couch. This was hardly out of the ordinary, but it was a little dull. Only time, he supposed would lend him the aid necessary, though time was not exactly on his side either... No matter he would simply wait till--
RIIIIIIIING!
The small oddly shaped black machine on the table was ringing! Muttering under his breath, Elan peered at it a moment. Given the small wire running from it, it was probably a communication device. He had seen Shelley use it once. Lifting part of it, he spoke rather awkwardly into the receiver.
"Greeting."
A pause.
"This is the residence of Shelley Winters."
Another pause. He did not suppose it had a visual function, so he identified himself.
"Elan Morin is speaking."
RIIIIIIIING!
The small oddly shaped black machine on the table was ringing! Muttering under his breath, Elan peered at it a moment. Given the small wire running from it, it was probably a communication device. He had seen Shelley use it once. Lifting part of it, he spoke rather awkwardly into the receiver.
"Greeting."
A pause.
"This is the residence of Shelley Winters."
Another pause. He did not suppose it had a visual function, so he identified himself.
"Elan Morin is speaking."