3/3/06 11:05 pm - She's freaking psychic!
Cross posted to est_jgl
Joe has come out of the kitchen and is standing and staring at the ridiculously huge pile of paperwork for the club. It's been sitting on his coffee table for three days and he has resolutely ignored it every time he's walked past it.You don't need a club. You are fine on your own.
He wonders why Helen hasn't called back to annoy him about not having done as he's told. And someplace inside he doesn't want to acknowledge, he wishes she'd call and tell him to do it, tell him again in that voice
Helen tutts again. She fiddles with a tea towel rubbing a dish which is already long dry. With a muttered "Fuck!" she heads over to the phone to make one of the most difficult calls she has made for a long time. Why hasn't he rung back?
Joe about leaps out of his skin, as the phone rings exactly while he's thinking about Helen. He gingerly picks up his cell phone and sees Helen's name.Fuck me she's freaking psychic
"Uh hello?" he says hesitantly.( I told you three hours not three days! )