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Jan. 20th, 2007 12:29 pm2560 St. Ann's Avenue
North Bellmore, NY
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Catherine hung up the phone with a sigh and wished for a moment that she didn't keep the key rack on the wall next to the telephone. She would've liked to lean her head against the wall for a moment or two, to say the least.
"All good?" asked Alan from behind her. She turned around; her husband's expression was one of concern.
"Yeah," she said, nodding. "I think so."
"You don't sound too pleased with the situation," he observed.
"Well... I'm not, really, but what else can I do?"
"I think you're taking this too seriously, Cathy," Alan said. "All things considered, there's much worse possibilities. Supposing this had happened without your brother's intervention?"
"I really don't think it would've."
"Cathy, we've been over this a thousand times. It isn't his fault, or any of their faults. The world's just getting stranger. It's like-" Alan hesitated, grabbing for an example. "Global warming. You can argue about it all you like, but it's not going to make a difference. Just deal with it."
She pressed both her hands against her face for a moment, suppressing a sigh. "But why does global weirding have to-"
"Catherine." Alan put his hands on her shoulders. "Stop that. You know as well as I do that it's not going to help."
She stared at him for a while; then her shoulders slumped in defeat.
"You did the right thing," said Alan gently. "This is the only way to start getting back to anywhere even close to normal around here."
14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
Ray hung up the phone and yelled, "JANINE?"
"WHAAAAT?" came the reply from down below, Janine's voice slipping up through the hole in the kitchen floor that surrounded the pole.
"Can you clear my calendar for Thursday and Saturday nights for the next couple of weeks?"
"Yeah, sure, Dr. Stantz," Janine's voice answered. "What for?"
"I'm going to be going out to the Island for a while...."
North Bellmore, NY
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Catherine hung up the phone with a sigh and wished for a moment that she didn't keep the key rack on the wall next to the telephone. She would've liked to lean her head against the wall for a moment or two, to say the least.
"All good?" asked Alan from behind her. She turned around; her husband's expression was one of concern.
"Yeah," she said, nodding. "I think so."
"You don't sound too pleased with the situation," he observed.
"Well... I'm not, really, but what else can I do?"
"I think you're taking this too seriously, Cathy," Alan said. "All things considered, there's much worse possibilities. Supposing this had happened without your brother's intervention?"
"I really don't think it would've."
"Cathy, we've been over this a thousand times. It isn't his fault, or any of their faults. The world's just getting stranger. It's like-" Alan hesitated, grabbing for an example. "Global warming. You can argue about it all you like, but it's not going to make a difference. Just deal with it."
She pressed both her hands against her face for a moment, suppressing a sigh. "But why does global weirding have to-"
"Catherine." Alan put his hands on her shoulders. "Stop that. You know as well as I do that it's not going to help."
She stared at him for a while; then her shoulders slumped in defeat.
"You did the right thing," said Alan gently. "This is the only way to start getting back to anywhere even close to normal around here."
14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
Ray hung up the phone and yelled, "JANINE?"
"WHAAAAT?" came the reply from down below, Janine's voice slipping up through the hole in the kitchen floor that surrounded the pole.
"Can you clear my calendar for Thursday and Saturday nights for the next couple of weeks?"
"Yeah, sure, Dr. Stantz," Janine's voice answered. "What for?"
"I'm going to be going out to the Island for a while...."
