"Yeah. I twist and grind them when I'm thinking or stressed or happy. They ache. Ugh. And I stink. I should have showered. Um... listen, there's something urgent that I need to tell you, and that is that I really love your voice."
"Oh... oh. My voice?"
"Mhmm. It's amazing. So, make me happy - say Beethoven was a bastard."
"What?"
"Go on. Say the words."
"Beethoven was a bastard."
"Do you know what? I entirely agree with you on that. You're very wise. Now say back-rub."
"Back-rub," I repeated, grinning.
"Now say..."
"Kiss," I whispered.
A silence.
"You're very bold. But okay, if you insist."
"You're grinning."
"No, I'm not. I'm smiling. There's a difference, and... I'll show you the difference sometime. Mandy?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you for answering my call. How can I make it up to
