Gary pulled Patrick 3 blocks away and stopped at a pay phone. He pulled out
the paper and read the headline where Anatonia's article had been.
"Local news reporters brush with death," he continued on "yesterday at 9:34 A.M.
Anatonia Giovani had a sudden brush with death. But local bar owner Gary
Hobson was there to pick up the pieces." Gary shook out of his reading.
"Uhh…Mr. Hobson… Mr. Hobson! What are you talking about?" Patrick questioned.
"Huh?" Gary asked.
"Local reporters brush with death?" Patrick repeated.
"Nothing just thinking aloud that's all," he informed holding Patrick tight.
"Mr. Hobson is this really a good time to place a call," Patrick said fidgeting and
looking down the street. Gary was digging in his pockets sifting through some
change.
"Patrick I'm busy," he put the change in the slot.
"Unhand me!," Patrick said in a jokingly manly voice. He flexed his muscles. "Don't make me get ghetto on you Mr. Hobson. These things are deadly," he smiled and Gary let him go getting sick of hearing him then finished dialing the numbers.
"Don't you go anywhere! You hear me?" he told Patrick. Patrick nodded.
"Hello McGintys Marissa speaking," she said on the other line.
"Marissa… Gary," he replied. (In the back round "Mr. Hobson…" Patrick whispered. "Mr. Hobson tell Marissa I said hi and I miss her," he giggled. Gary shook his head in discuses.)
"Gary where are you!," she cut him off concerned. Erica came though the door.
"Why what's wrong with Gary a little shocked from that run in with Anatonia," she
stated jealously. Marissa held the receiver
"He's fine…" she whispered then got back on the phone.
"What did she just say," Gary asked.
"Well superman you just happened to be caught in the act," she turned away from Erica and whispered, "and why didn't you tell me it was Anatonia Giovani!" she questioned.
"I didn't even know until a few minuets before it happened," he paused, "caught in the act?" he questioned.
"Yea you were on national television," she answered.
"Oh that. I know! I'll explain later," he told her.
"So how are the letters? Are they ok?," she asked.
"Yea," he replied, "the letters are safe and sound." Patrick tuged on Gary.
"Uhh…. Mr. Hobson," Patrick said his voice shaking.
"Gary! Was that Patrick? Is he still with you?" Marissa asked.
"Uhh… yea… yea that's Patrick alright," he replied. Patrick tugged on him
again. "Not now Patrick," he responded, "look Marissa I'm going to send
Patrick back to McGinty's and I'll be back soon after ok?" he told her.
"Yea but the bar still needs ice," she explained.
"Well I'll send Patrick to get some more on his way back seeing that all we have left from his first bags are warm water, ok Patrick?" he turns around to find a tape recorder being held up in front of him. He turned back around. "Uhh… Marissa I gotta go, something just came up. But I'll call you as soon as I can, " he responded.
"But Gary! Wait Gary!" she shouted.
"Now Marisa I really gotta go but I'll call you later so until then ask Erica to help you with what you need," he hung up on her.
"Gary hello… hello," she hangs up the phone. Erica crosses the bar and stops
beside Marissa.
"Are you sure everything's ok?" she enquired.
"I'm not quite sure anymore. Gary sounded upset." She told her grabbing her coffee cup.