Joey was awoken early Saturday morning by someone pounding on his door and ringing his doorbell. Blearily, he made his way along the hallway, remembering at the last minute he was completely naked.
“Hang on a minute!” he yelled before padding back to his bedroom for his dressing gown.
His sister, wearing a sourer than usual expression greeted him when he unlocked the door. “I’ve been trying to telephone you for the last couple of hours!” she said pushing past him.
“Huh?” Joey rubbed at his eyes, wondering what she wanted at such an early hour.
When Joey had come home the previous night, he’d been met by the phone ringing off its cradle. He’d had a fair idea of who was calling. The instrument always managed to take on an added shrillness whenever his mother wanted to speak with him. K
