The Alexandria Project, Chap. 2: The Plot Thickens

“Hi Kid,” he said, “Listen...”

His daughter jumped in.  “Hey, Dad, thanks for picking up.  I considered worrying about you for a second, and then figured you’d never really jump out the window – you’re only on the second floor, after all, and broken bones don’t solve anything.  I mean, you’re just much too logical not to think of that.  

“So how’s your big morning-after-the-night-before coming along?”

Frank tried to escape again, “Listen, Marla, this just isn’t a good time.  I’m in the middle of something, and…”

“Right.  Fat chance YOU got lucky last night.  I’ll be right over.”  She hung up.

Frank looked helplessly at the phone.  He started to call her back, and then snapped the phone shut.  She wouldn’t answer anyway. 

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