A Call to Mum
A Typical Mundy Phone Call
Just three and Sniper could talk. Only three rings of the phone he'd have to wait.
Ring One: Sorry I haven't called more. They always let it ring three times.
Ring Two: No, no, lady to share your recipes with yet. She'll ask if I've found myself a girl yet.
Ring Three: Dad will take the phone and start callin' me a crazed gunman. We'll start a fight and I'll ask for Mum.
"Hello?"
"H-hey Mum. I'm sorry I 'aven't called more. Been busy ya know."
"It's all roight Thomas. Found some nice woman I can teach your favorite recipes?"
"Not yet, Mum. Haven't really had the time."
"You'll find her, Tom."
Someone else took the phone, Sniper swallowed, how loud would they get this time?
"Lawrence! How are ya boy?"
"G-good, Dad. How yer leg?"
"It's good. Now how about you? Are you still doing… That?"
"Yes, Dad. It's my job."
"You could find a better job. Work for a company out here. Join me in my wood carvin'."
"Dad, Da, put Mum back on the phone. I loike the job I got"
That did it.
"No son of mine will be a crazed killer! Yer Mum and I are changing the will later this week."
Sniper slammed the phone down without a single goodbye.
Dad never understood.'