The man now professionally known as Johnny Sanders was awakened by a phone call early that morning. He met with the guys after leaving Marie, and did not tell them about her though his head was filled with thoughts of her throughout the evening.
He rolled across his queen-sized brass bed to pick the phone off the nightstand. “Hello?” According to the clock, it was 11.
“Hello, son. Did I wake you? I can call back.”
“No, no, Ma, it"s fine. How are you doing?”
“I"m doing well. I was feeling a bit lonely and hadn"t heard from you, so I thought I"d call and see how you were getting on.”
“Lonely? You mean he"s finally left the house?”
“No, no. He"s been in his cups, and I just let him carry on. I didn"t mean I was lonely-lonely, I just thought I"d pass the craic with my son for a change. I
