The phone rang insistently. "You answer, Paul. There's another thing I can't abide. Phone-talkin'. A contraption o' the devil."
"It's for you, Grandpa. It's the Mayor and he sounds real important."
Grandpa thudded to the phone. "Hall-oo-oa!" he bellowed.
"Grandpa doesn't need a phone," Paul snickered. "He could just open a window."
"Sh!" Maureen put up a finger, listening.
"Who called you?" Grandpa questioned.
There was a pause.
"What in tunket he want?"