The ringing of the cell phone in the morning was the only thing that made Moreau's forehead furrow. She had to struggle to open her eyes despite feeling very reluctant. With one hand outstretched towards the table, she tried to finger the flat object. Looked at it briefly, but in an instant... was immediately surprised to find her mother's name written on it.
This was not unusual. Perhaps there was something to be conveyed that Moreau's mind was overwhelmed with a strong urge not to miss anything, or even to keep her mother waiting.
"Yes, Mom?"
[Did you just wake up?]
Moreau rubbed her rough face after first hearing Barbara's voice from the other side. The woman would have immediately guessed and was probably preparing something else just to give Moreau a long string of rants.
Chatty.
