Challenge # 27: Moving Day
This is the second "Moving Day" drabble by my dog Rebel. I'm only the typist and also I put in one comma. And counted the words for him, but he has an intuitive understanding of drabbling and it was perfect just the way he dictated it to me with the amazing powers of his mind.
It is a sequel to "While Melanie and Lindsay Moved Back" and of course, it will be continued. Rebel promises, though, that it won't be 43 parts long.
He also said, "I still don't know what a 'condom' is but as I said before, unless it's food, go ahead and give it to Justin." So I am.
Meanwhile At Mel and Lindz’s House By Rebel
Mel’s cell phone rang so she answered. It was a call from Pittsburgh, which was weird since this was her Toronto number.
“Hello?” (That’s how she answers her phone.)
A minute later she started swearing, and Lindsay looked up. Melanie was simultaneously thanking the person on the phone, condemning Brian to the fires of hell for all eternity – a hell which, as a Jew, she did not believe in – and asking about Gus. Gus?
“We’ll be right there,” Melanie said in her most bitch-lawyer voice, and flipped the phone shut.
Whatever, Lindsay thought to herself in perplexity, was going on?