Re: Call: Seven/Marta
[A quiet hum of frustration as he taps his fingers against the wheel, because he's still a few minutes away from home.] I know. I know, honey. But right now, I've got a dozen pints of ice cream melting in the back of my truck and the only thing worth worrying about is whether you're going to have Oreo or Skor bits in your rocky road. So hang in there, okay?