"Miriam, let's go! It's 11:15! We were supposed to pick up Helga from the
train station half an hour ago!" Bob Pataki yelled. Dang daughter of mine,
he thought. When I finally got some peace around here with her gone... Bob
got his overcoat and had forced one arm in when the phone rang. "Miriam,
get the phone, will ya?" he hollered. No answer. "Miriam!"
Silenece
. "Mother, may I..." he trailed off, picking up the phone which just happened to be next to him. "Yeah?" he called into the receiver. "Oh, yeah. Sure no problem, get that customer of mine to stay on his butt, I'll be right there," he yelled happily and hung up. Just then, another thought occured to him. Helga! Big deal, Miriam can go pick up the girl. "Miriam!" he called, walking toward the kitchen. "My secretary just called. We have an old client who wants to buy a whole new mess of beepers. I gotta leave. You go pick up the kid, al-" he stopped. "Miriam?"
As usual, Miriam was fast asleep, her head on the table next to the blender of smoothie. Why exactly she fell asleep drinking smoothies was still not clear. "Never mind, I'll just go call Olga," he said, unaffected by his wife's state. Quickly, he dialed His older daughter's cell phone number. At the ring tone, he thought he heard a phone ring. Bob looked at the cordless phone he was holding. Placing the earpiece back to his ear, he heard both the ring tone and phone rings again. He whipped around to see Olga's cell phone on the coffee table. "OH, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" he yelled. Of all the days, Olga would forget her cell phone at home when he needed to call her the most.
"Now what? I could just leave Helga there waiting, she probably won't mind. Then again, I promised myself when she comes back, I'd give this father- daughter thing a chance. But I can't miss out on this huge beeper deal!" he exclamied. Then a thought occured to him. Helga and Phoebe had remained best friends all these years. And he knew they still were friends, since that's what Olga told him. Olga was a french class student-teacher at Hillwood High (that's the name of the city where Arnold lives right? Hillwood? Anyway :p...). He could call Phoebe and ask her to pick Helga up from the station.
Bob, you're a damned genius, he thought to himself, while looking for the little diary in which he kept the names of a few people and their phone numbers.
End of chapter 1. What do you think so far guys? Hope you like it. And please continue 'cuz it gets better. Or so I hope. Oh and please tell me what you think, even if you don't like it so far. That way, if I'm in a good mood, I'll try to improve and if not... k, just kidding :p.
NEXT STOP- Phoebe's place where Arnold, Gerald and Phoebe are working on their project.
Silenece
. "Mother, may I..." he trailed off, picking up the phone which just happened to be next to him. "Yeah?" he called into the receiver. "Oh, yeah. Sure no problem, get that customer of mine to stay on his butt, I'll be right there," he yelled happily and hung up. Just then, another thought occured to him. Helga! Big deal, Miriam can go pick up the girl. "Miriam!" he called, walking toward the kitchen. "My secretary just called. We have an old client who wants to buy a whole new mess of beepers. I gotta leave. You go pick up the kid, al-" he stopped. "Miriam?"
As usual, Miriam was fast asleep, her head on the table next to the blender of smoothie. Why exactly she fell asleep drinking smoothies was still not clear. "Never mind, I'll just go call Olga," he said, unaffected by his wife's state. Quickly, he dialed His older daughter's cell phone number. At the ring tone, he thought he heard a phone ring. Bob looked at the cordless phone he was holding. Placing the earpiece back to his ear, he heard both the ring tone and phone rings again. He whipped around to see Olga's cell phone on the coffee table. "OH, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" he yelled. Of all the days, Olga would forget her cell phone at home when he needed to call her the most.
"Now what? I could just leave Helga there waiting, she probably won't mind. Then again, I promised myself when she comes back, I'd give this father- daughter thing a chance. But I can't miss out on this huge beeper deal!" he exclamied. Then a thought occured to him. Helga and Phoebe had remained best friends all these years. And he knew they still were friends, since that's what Olga told him. Olga was a french class student-teacher at Hillwood High (that's the name of the city where Arnold lives right? Hillwood? Anyway :p...). He could call Phoebe and ask her to pick Helga up from the station.
Bob, you're a damned genius, he thought to himself, while looking for the little diary in which he kept the names of a few people and their phone numbers.
End of chapter 1. What do you think so far guys? Hope you like it. And please continue 'cuz it gets better. Or so I hope. Oh and please tell me what you think, even if you don't like it so far. That way, if I'm in a good mood, I'll try to improve and if not... k, just kidding :p.
NEXT STOP- Phoebe's place where Arnold, Gerald and Phoebe are working on their project.