Darryl's phone rang. He got up and walked over to his desk. He answered it to hear Travis's voice.
"Calm down Travis. What's going on?"
"If my mom calls you make an excuse for me."
"What? Wait but-" Darryl heard the phone beep. "Hold on. There's someone on the other line."
"No! Darryl don't-"
"Hello. This is Darryl."
"Hello Darryl."
"Oh. Hi Miss Martin." Darryl said.
"Is my son there?" Carey asked.
"Will you hold on for a moment? There's someone on the other line."
"OK." Carey said. Darryl switched back to Travis. "It's your mom!"
"I told you not to answer!" Travis said.
"What do I do?"
"Make up an excuse."
"OK. Like what?"
"I don't know. I'm in the bathroom. Something." Travis said.
"OK." Darryl switched back to Carey. "Sorry for making you wait."
"It's OK. Like I said, is Travis there?"
"Yeah. But he's in the bathroom at the moment."
"OK. Well, tell him I called."
"Yes ma'am." Carey hung up and Darryl went back to Travis's line. "Where are you?"
"I'll tell you later. You just keep covering for me." Travis said. Then, he hung up.
"No Travis. Travis? Travis?" Darryl turned off his phone. "I'm in trouble."