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“Can you get that?!” he yelled from the shower.
“Yeah,” she yelled back, diving for his cell phone which rang loudly as it buzz-twirled around the night stand. “Hey Mary,” Ginny said. “Everything’s fine. There was a mix-up with the reservations, but they found us a room that’s even better, and — what? Oh, sure. Go ahead, what’s up?”
Ginny listened, her face growing somber. She let go of a heavy sigh. “Hold on, I’ll get him.”
The shower water was off, and Frank already splashing on some cologne, invigorated and ready for the evening. “Who was it?”
She opened the bathroom door and handed him the phone. “It’s Mary. You better sit down.”
“What happened?” he barked into the phone. Ginny waited, mentally strapping down anything in the hotel room that might blow away in a strong wind. She knew what it was like to be on the other end of the phone, trying to tell him something hadn’t gone his way.
“WHAT?! Those sonsabitches. Get Mike on this. What do you mean he’s…well get him BACK from the goddamn fuckin’ Bahamas. Mary, you’re my secretary. You tell him I said we’ve got a life and death emergency here and I don’t give a shit how long he’s been married to his wife, this is important~! Have him call me right away.”
