"Hey...have you been OK lately?"
"Yeah, just don't know what to think."
"About..."
"Starting the lab thing...us..."
"Do you have doubts about any of it?"
"Not doubts, just don't know what to think."
"Do you need a break from...us?"
"No, I just can't get my head around all of it."
"Sweetie now I'm concerned, do you need some time to yourself?"
"Tell me about your day."
"Are you sure you want to hear it?"
"I do, just having some kind of brain fart."
She sighs and he can hear a smile in her voice, "well I suppose that's better than the other kind....OK...slept in some, did some editing and such all morning then watched some brats while Sandy went to play in town, should get some income this week which is always nice..."
"Hold on....*sniff*...*inhales*...HORSESHIT!"
Silence.
"You there?"
After a bit of silence. "Ahh bloody hell...*rustling*...*clank*...*water flowing*...*sigh*"
"You OK?"
"(giggling) Yeah, all that lemonade from the house hit right as you had to sneeze like that, good lord - do you do that within earshot of your folks?"
"Dad just smirks and Mom has never caught on to my knowledge, or won't acknowledge it, whatever, Tim and I started that crap years ago."
"Man that's too much, you're killing me tonight you know that?"
"So does the lemonade still look the same as -"
He hears the phone hit the floor then muffled laughter in the distance.