“What’s going on, Gare?” said Barth quizzically.
“You’re a religious man, aren’t you Johanness?”
“I guess. Why?”
“You’ll see tomorrow,” Gareth replied obliquely. Now if you’ll
excuse me, I have to return an important call.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’ll see. Go say some Hail Marys. I’ve hooked a big one.”
“Hello?” a sleepy voice answered.
“Yes, this is Gareth. I’m returning Moses’ call.”
“Gareth! You’re a hard guy to get through to. Man, your secretary
is a rude bitch. She didn’t want to even tell you I called. And after
everything I told her you and me have been through, man.”
“Who is this?”
“Bob, man.”
“Did you leave a number and say you were Moses?”
“Well, actually that was my friend Leonard. He’s got a much
more mature voice than me. Say, look—I was thinking. Seeing how
we been through so much together, I was wondering if maybe you
could get me and my friends jobs on your TV station. We know
everything there is to know about violence, man. You know how
many times I saw Dirty Harry? Check out this impression of Clint,
man—”
Gareth hung up the phone.
A moment later Mary’s voice came through the intercom,
“Gareth, I’ve got that Moe Zest on line two for you again.”
“Christ,” groaned Gareth, picking up the phone, “Listen,
man
,”
he said into the receiver, “I don’t have any need for your shit.
Remember, I know where you live. If you ever call here again I’ll have
someone come over and tie your nuts in a knot. Kapish?”
“I beg your pardon?—” came a different voice over the receiver.
“Oh, damn. I’m sorry, Moses. I thought you were that pesky kid,
Bob.”
“I
amBob! Ha ha ha! See, man. I told you I was good at
impressions! Check this one out:
Lo’ it would seem that I had
forgotten to lock the portal!
Pretty good, huh?—”
Gareth hung up the phone.
Once again, Mary’s voice came through the intercom. “Gareth, a
Mr. Guy Tama is holding for you on line six. Also, no company name.
How did all these weirdos get this number?”
H O L Y S H I T !
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