There'd been a purpose behind that: she figured she'd hang up, and then call back, until Pheres remembered to get his goddamn phone. What she hadn't anticipated was the fact he left his phone on silent, the better to ignore any unwanted calls, and it was only the second time she hit his voice-mail that it struck her.
("Hello! This is Pheres Dysseu speaking, book repairer and vendor of antiques -- if this is an emergency, please call my moirail, at...")
So she'd broken a few glasses, left a few nasty messages, and sat down to stew. He'd remember to his phone eventually, and call back, shamefaced and apologetic. She'd been expecting thirty, forty minutes: she was pleasantly surprised when he called back in less than ten.
She could've done without the frantic tone, though.
"Whoa, babe," she says, alarmed. Her voice comes back tinny. Did he put her on fucking speaker? "Calm the fuck down, okay? Shit. Okay. Um. Sparking."
"Someone slipped you a honey pill. It's not fucking contagious, so if OA's giving you shit, tell them to cram it up their nook." Wait, fuck: she can hear her own goddamned voice, and it strikes her, too late, she's probably on speaker.
Strike that. Of course he'd put her on fucking speaker. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
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There'd been a purpose behind that: she figured she'd hang up, and then call back, until Pheres remembered to get his goddamn phone. What she hadn't anticipated was the fact he left his phone on silent, the better to ignore any unwanted calls, and it was only the second time she hit his voice-mail that it struck her.
("Hello! This is Pheres Dysseu speaking, book repairer and vendor of antiques -- if this is an emergency, please call my moirail, at...")
So she'd broken a few glasses, left a few nasty messages, and sat down to stew. He'd remember to his phone eventually, and call back, shamefaced and apologetic. She'd been expecting thirty, forty minutes: she was pleasantly surprised when he called back in less than ten.
She could've done without the frantic tone, though.
"Whoa, babe," she says, alarmed. Her voice comes back tinny. Did he put her on fucking speaker? "Calm the fuck down, okay? Shit. Okay. Um. Sparking."
"Someone slipped you a honey pill. It's not fucking contagious, so if OA's giving you shit, tell them to cram it up their nook." Wait, fuck: she can hear her own goddamned voice, and it strikes her, too late, she's probably on speaker.
Strike that. Of course he'd put her on fucking speaker. Fuck, fuck, fuck.