Once more into the breach, Crick thought, dialing his mother’s number and sitting down with his coffee that Saturday morning, lighting a cigarette as he put his phone on speaker. He carried his little glass ashtray over to the garbage can, emptied it, and returned to the table, sipping at his coffee. On the fifth ring, his mother finally picked up, sounding a little out of breath as she said, “Hey, honey. Sorry about, not picking up right away.” Crick thought he heard someone talking in the background, followed by a plastic clatter and silence.
American Goblin- Chapter 8
American Goblin- Chapter 8
American Goblin- Chapter 8
Once more into the breach, Crick thought, dialing his mother’s number and sitting down with his coffee that Saturday morning, lighting a cigarette as he put his phone on speaker. He carried his little glass ashtray over to the garbage can, emptied it, and returned to the table, sipping at his coffee. On the fifth ring, his mother finally picked up, sounding a little out of breath as she said, “Hey, honey. Sorry about, not picking up right away.” Crick thought he heard someone talking in the background, followed by a plastic clatter and silence.