Not Quite After Lisette: A Short Story - Part 2

Conclusion, continued from last Sunday’s post…

The dormitory phone rang a long time. Anyone who has lived in a dorm knows this means the place is far from being deserted. When things are active, no one thinks to pick up the phone. When the place is almost empty, the poor slob who's left behind answers the phone like a shot.

Eventually, "Yeah?"

"Andy Evans, please."

No response, at least not directly to me. Instead, a loud call, "Hey Evans. Stop pullin' your meat and answer the phone. I think it's your dad." Muffled chuckles. Early adolescence is a disease beyond eradication by any known method except the unbearably slow passage of time.

A chagrined voice: "Hi, Dad." More muffled chuckles in the background, followed by another more distant witticism by the same voice: "Don't forget to tell him you need money to buy drugs." Chuckles build to hysteria.

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