I almost never get phonecalls. Frank doesn't even call me that often. So, you can say I was a little shocked when I heard my phone ring from across the room. I got out of my comfortable position on the couch and found my phone on the kitchen floor, I don't even question why my phone is on my kitchen floor.
Bob is calling me? Strange.
"Hey Bob." I say.
"Hey Gee, I need you to come in early today. We need to do some last minute clean up chores. I would normally ask Ray, but he's out of town. Would you mind coming in tomorrow a hour earlier than you normally do?" I can't help but notice Bob's voice. He almost sounds... Sick? Like it isn't really him. But, who else would be calling me from Bob's phone?
"Yeah, totally. I'll see you tomorrow Bobby." I chuckle.
"Alright." Bob abruptly hangs up.
Bob would always laugh and tell me to shut up when I call him Bobby. Why didn't he do it? I'm overreacting, as always. I guess my mom was right when she called me a drama queen.
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