(Hi again, readers -all one of you!-, your worthless excuse for an author
here. Obviously, the outline/premise for this hasn't translated well into a
story . . . feh. Read on, but you're wasting your time. Really. Stop
reading this.)
Giddiness and Such
A rough voice, something like sandpaper in fact, could be heard on one Roy Campbell's end of the phone. "Roy?"
Tired, as it was far too early for this shit, not to mention he thought his old friend had the least bit of common sense in him, the half-dressed retiree somewhat mumbled his response. "Snake? What the hell?"
It sounded almost urgent by the voice, yet eager in an odd way. "I have a favor to ask of you, Roy. It's important."
With a sigh, Campbell paused and then spoke. "Alright, shoot. Fill me in on the situation here."
A long, uncomfortable sort of pause followed. "It's about Meryl."
This immediately roused the ex-Colonel's attention, which showed in his voice. "What? Is she okay? What's wrong?!"
A chuckle from Snake. "Nothing, nothing. It's good news, just with a few . . . kinks to work out. Hence my calling."
A relieved sigh could be heard from Campbell's end of the conversation. "Alright, so what about Meryl? I thought you two had set up a nice little niche for yourselves in New York."
"We did. But she's uh," Yet another pause.
"She's what?" Campbell somewhat demanded, losing patience with all the hesitation going on.
"Pregnant." Snake managed to keep a cool voice, but was quite reluctant to just spit it out like that.
Campbell felt as if he had been hit by a train. It's not as if he had ruled the possibility out, the chemistry between his friend and his niece was as plain as staring at the sun, but still- so soon? Shadow Moses was only a little over a month behind them! Before he could manage to get anything out, Snake continued.
"She's uh, healthy and all that, but the news seems to have shut her off from the outside world or something. Anyways, I was just kind of contemplating the prospect of you getting over here at some point, maybe helping me out a bit- this ain't easy, you know."
Campbell reluctantly nodded, which served no purpose as he was on the phone, and began to speak. "Okay, I think I can arrange that at some point- maybe in a week or two, I'm sure I could get a free flight through some old ties of mine."
Snake chuckled once again. "Penny pinching bastard. Alright, I'm going to catch up on some shuteye. I'll see you when I see you, I guess. You already have our address, so uh . . . yeah." Never having been an expert conversationalist, Snake abruptly hung up.
"God damn it," Campbell muttered into the dialtone, "There better be a damn fine explantion for all this . . ."
Giddiness and Such
A rough voice, something like sandpaper in fact, could be heard on one Roy Campbell's end of the phone. "Roy?"
Tired, as it was far too early for this shit, not to mention he thought his old friend had the least bit of common sense in him, the half-dressed retiree somewhat mumbled his response. "Snake? What the hell?"
It sounded almost urgent by the voice, yet eager in an odd way. "I have a favor to ask of you, Roy. It's important."
With a sigh, Campbell paused and then spoke. "Alright, shoot. Fill me in on the situation here."
A long, uncomfortable sort of pause followed. "It's about Meryl."
This immediately roused the ex-Colonel's attention, which showed in his voice. "What? Is she okay? What's wrong?!"
A chuckle from Snake. "Nothing, nothing. It's good news, just with a few . . . kinks to work out. Hence my calling."
A relieved sigh could be heard from Campbell's end of the conversation. "Alright, so what about Meryl? I thought you two had set up a nice little niche for yourselves in New York."
"We did. But she's uh," Yet another pause.
"She's what?" Campbell somewhat demanded, losing patience with all the hesitation going on.
"Pregnant." Snake managed to keep a cool voice, but was quite reluctant to just spit it out like that.
Campbell felt as if he had been hit by a train. It's not as if he had ruled the possibility out, the chemistry between his friend and his niece was as plain as staring at the sun, but still- so soon? Shadow Moses was only a little over a month behind them! Before he could manage to get anything out, Snake continued.
"She's uh, healthy and all that, but the news seems to have shut her off from the outside world or something. Anyways, I was just kind of contemplating the prospect of you getting over here at some point, maybe helping me out a bit- this ain't easy, you know."
Campbell reluctantly nodded, which served no purpose as he was on the phone, and began to speak. "Okay, I think I can arrange that at some point- maybe in a week or two, I'm sure I could get a free flight through some old ties of mine."
Snake chuckled once again. "Penny pinching bastard. Alright, I'm going to catch up on some shuteye. I'll see you when I see you, I guess. You already have our address, so uh . . . yeah." Never having been an expert conversationalist, Snake abruptly hung up.
"God damn it," Campbell muttered into the dialtone, "There better be a damn fine explantion for all this . . ."