Margaret Shield (sophist) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-06-30 23:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, r * chel, r: margaret shield |
WHO: Margaret Shield
WHEN: This morning
WHERE: Hers & Rupert's house!
SUMMARY: Margaret receives an unexpected phone call.
WARNINGS: N/A
This wasn’t the phone call Margaret expected. When the call came through from Britain, she expected to be greeted by the good news of the rare first edition of Counter-Attack she’d been long hoping for. But instead, when she picked up the phone by the fourth ring, the voice on the other like was one she hadn’t heard in years. “You left me waiting long enough, Margaret. It isn’t polite to be reticent in picking up the phone, particularly when one is calling from the other side of the world at 3:00 in the morning to ensure you can’t expect me to be someone else.” That was Mummy dearest. Margaret shuddered and gawped for a moment longer before she was finally able to speak. “Let’s keep it nice and quick shall we Mother? As you say, it is 8:00 AM and we can’t all keep hours as unique as yours.” Margaret’s tone was sharp. It brooked no other object but that which she sought. Of course, her Mother had a different idea. And this time, there was a mild bit of panic that managed to stay on the other side of the line. She refused to allow her mother the victory. “Am I to understand your brother is a Doctor and you are a public school librarian? Yes, I suppose I should expect this juxtaposition of achievement.” She gave a snort. “As it is, your father and I have determined that we will make a trip to visit soon. I should assume there’s a spare room in your house?” “On the contrary, mother. My girlfriend is a practicing Wiccan and she utilizes the spare room for her spells, incantations and all manner of thoroughly lesbian rituals in which we bathe naked in the moonlight and have glorious sex to spite you.” She paused. “Get a hotel.” Then, Margaret pulled the phone away from her ear and sucked in a steadying breath. It didn’t manage to help. She sank heavily to the floor, instead. |