Martin was so worried that Ruthie was mad at him, she was like a sister to him. He couldn't stand it. So he picked up the phone. Eric Camden picked up.
"Can I speak with Ruthie," Martin said.
"Sure. I'll call her," Eric yelled out Ruthies name.
"Hello?" Ruthie said with a raspy voice.
"Are you okay?" Martin said, failing to say hello.
"I'm fine. Whose this?" She asked. Martin felt stupid after not telling Ruthie who was calling.
"It's Martin," Martin said hoping Ruthie wouldn't hang up on him at the sound of his name.
"Oh, what do you want?" She asked with a hint of attittude.
"I just wanted to see if we were okay." Martin said.
"Well, if we take away the fact that you practically called me irisponsible, immature, and stupid. Yae, we're fine." Ruthie said sarcastically.
"Okay...I didn't say any of that!" Martin shouted as if he were in court.
"Well, just to let you know, I have already done Gymnastics, poetry club, dance, voice lessons, and I feel fine," she said taking a deep breath, "so you can just back off, okay?"
"I can't do that Ruthie. I am really worried about you. I mean, listen to yourself. You sound sick." He said calming down.
"Martin. Thanks for worrying, but please. I'm fine. Believe me." She said, hanging up the phone.