We were hanging out in my parents' condo in Hemet. After talking to my sister on the phone, I wrote this with my mom's help.
“Valerie. We need to phone Shannon back. I never forget a phone number....... Valerie. What’s her number?”
“Valerie. We need to phone Shannon back. I never forget a phone number....... Valerie. What’s her number?”
“(Machine gun pace) 753 3312 8876.”
“What was that?”
“Oh Jesus Roy. (Machine gun pace) 753 3312 8876.”
“Hey Shannon. It’s dad.....Cuba was definitely for the laid back...”
“Ask Keith if he is coming down to play golf?”
“What Valerie? Hang on a sec. Mom wants to talk to you.”
“No, I don’t. I’m busy. Look at me. I’m doing laundry. Your laundry.’
“Oh! OK. Never mind. No. We didn’t golf. It was just too expensive, it was...”
“Keith said that he would fly down and play golf. That’s why I am asking.”
“Hang on Shannon. John and Shelley, are you laughing at me?”
“No Roy. They think I’m funny.”
“Hang on. Your mom wants to talk.”
“HELLO SHANNON! I AM DOING THE LAUNDRY!!!!!!”
“Valerie, come over here.”
"Hi, Shannon. It’s your mother. Cuba was pretty expensive. The price of gas was $1.20.”
“No it wasn’t Valerie. It was $1.50.”..............
