Re: phonecall: frank/connie
I think whoever told you that wanted you short on vitamins. [The sandwich, once complete, was double height, squat and securely cemented together with mayonnaise. Perfect, in other words. He turned, dropped it in front of her, and then started making one for himself. He kept forgetting to keep up with food. It was harder to remember these days. Up mostly nights, no regular schedule, sleep only when he could catch it. Experience told him to prioritize the needs of his body, and insomnia said not to bother.]
Wind? Pressure fronts coming in? I dunno. [She could think it was ghosts as much as she wanted. What had happened the night before, he couldn't explain that, and he was trying not to think too hard about it.] If ghosts were real, I'd know it. [Definitive. He searched the cabinets until he found a glass, then filled it under the tap and sat it by her place, whether she wanted it or not. She had been in there all night, she needed to drink something.]
I was some kind of monster. So what was that, huh? Ghosts too? Aliens? I'm taking theories, so long as I can keep fucking clear of that shit from now on. [Sandwich made, he pulled out a chair with an unwelcome screech, then sat down beside her.]