Things to do:
· Check email
· Go to the bank
· Get dry cleaning
· Get photos and DVDs from
· Get Bruno from the vet
· Lunch with Sasha
Lunch with Sasha. Just the thought of it sent my mind wandering.
Yeah sure, I had just spent a little time with him last night…well that is, if you count picking up then dropping off from the airport and a few moments spent at his place till he claimed exhaustion from his trip time spent together that is. Sure I was anxious to hear all about the exciting and exotic places he’d been shooting over the last two weeks while I was stuck here taking nothing but family and wedding photos (Gak!) but was eager (to say the least) for his piercing green eyes, his delectable accent, his—
The braying of the phone cut a swath right through my happy thoughts.
“Yeah.” I bite as I picked up the phone. After a second of nothing, “Hello?”
“O…k…” and I hung up. “God, some people.” I rolled my eyes as I stomped over to the frig. I grabbed a bagel and a cup of yoghurt and headed to get a spoon when the phone rang again.
“What!” I snapped in way of an answer.
“Lock your doors.”
“What?” But I was wasting my breathe, I was talking to a dead line.
I slammed the phone into its cradle, snatched up my bagel and yoghurt and made for my laptop. I wiggled the mouse to wake it up and a picture of my two favorite people, ok.. favorite person and canine, popped up on screen. I was a picture I had taken of Sasha and Bruno at the Fort before Sasha had left on his last trip. I sat getting lost in the moment the picture invoked when the phone snapped me back to the present.
“You need to lock the doors. They are coming.”
“What?!” Again a waste. But this time before I crashed the phone home I looked at the Caller ID. A frown creased my brow. The number looked vaguely familiar. I sat the phone next to my untouched bagel and wagged a warning finger at it, “Ok you. I am going to start my list so don’t you dare interrupt again.”
I put all my focus on clicking the large e icon that would link me to my first task when the phone cut through my concentration. Yet I was bound not to answer it instead I glared at the number on the ID.
I rolled the number through my mental list of contacts, once, twice, a thr—
Then it clicked home. I jumped up and dashed to where I had thrown my bag last night when I got home. I rooted around a couple of times and still could not come up with my cell phone purse. I could think of only one place it might be.
I knocked the bagel off its plate as I snatched the phone and punched in the numbers.
Four rings in when there was the familiar slur of words on the other end.
“Hey, it’s me…Sylvie.”
“Oh hey. Yeah right. Hi.”
As always there was the familiar twist of guilt and annoyance when he said that. Guilt cause it made me feel as if maybe it wasn’t a good time to call and annoyance cause why would it be a bad time to call, what was he excepting someone else to call. Oh wait…don’t answer that.
“Hey..uumm…I was just wondering if I left my cell there.”
“Huh? Don’t know. Give me a sec.” There was the sound of him putting down the phone along with the beeping of an incoming call….which I vehemently ignored.
“I’m sorry love, no joy. And speaking of joy, we still on for later?”
“Most definitely.” I enthused.
“’K. Right, well, if I am to be at my best should get a bit more rest. Later then?”
“Ok right.” I opened my mouth to say something but he was already gone. I sighed but there was something that needed to be done and ASAP. I punched in the number and it was answer on the first ring.
“You should not have called and you should lock your doors. They are coming.”