If her boy friend had too many beers on the night before, she hurts your ear.
This mug must have been rolling.
"Hello, dear."
Rickey's voice was as clear as heaven's door-chimes.
I could feel my heart jumping around inside me, trying to straighten things up in a hurry.
"Hello, Tud." It rhymes with "good" and doesn't mean anything to anybody but us.
"How are you—you sound—worried?"
My banging heart must have left a chair out of place somewhere. I took a good breath and pushed whatever it was back into the regular design. "Naw. Maybe tired. Been working. Paul was here. I'm worried about him—if that's what you mean."
"I guess so. I called up because I thought maybe you were planning to call me this evening."
"Was."