Ring. Ring. Ring.
Sally jumped for the phone. “That must be Rick,” she asserted. “He said he’d try to call today.”
“I’ll get it,” said Robert. “It might be business.” Sally reluctantly let her dad pick up the phone.
“Rick!” Robert beamed. “We were hoping it would be you. So, son, how’s the job going?”
Sally could barely control herself. Jumping up and down in front of her father she was begging to speak to her big brother. Her father was trying, in vain, to get her to settle down.
Putting the phone on his shoulder, Robert said, “Sally, I’ll let you speak to him in a minute and I’ll tell you everything he said. But, he’s only got a short time on the phone, so please stop being so distracting.” Robert tried very hard to sound harsh but it just wasn’t in his nature to be short with his c
