"I know it's Sunday there, it's not here,sorry" Harris sat at the edge of the bed and rubbed his temples, Carsonwas still sleeping, or so Harrison thought, "can you just put ma or pa onthe phone?"
"Pa has to fix the fence, I feel bad Iwould do it if I was there, he's got a bad back"
"Well you or Randy should do it, don't makePa hurt himself"
"What about ma?"
"AH, yes, how could I forget, church"
"Where is Lizzy?"
"To be honest, no, I don't feel liketalking to you Blake"
"No..."
"Fine!" Harris hung up and pulled hislaptop from his backpack and opened it, he turned it on and Carson watchingwith one eye open, how his interns back muscles flexed in annoyance and how hisshoulders sagged with defeat.
Harris pulled up Skype and called someone,Carson couldn't see whom though.
