"Who are you calling?" Goon Two asked.
"My sister. Is that a fucking crime now?"
Goon Two subsided with a grunt, an expression on his face that could only be described as 'constipated.'
Leslie picked up on the third ring. "S'up, bro?"
"Wanted to warn you that I'm going to have babysitters when you come to pick up that dress you wanted to borrow. Something's gone screwy at work and I'm being sent to my room."
"Make sure the dress is ready, I'll be in and out," Leslie replied. "I hope everything is going to be okay."
"Oh, it will be," Lynn replied. "I'll see you around eight."
"Got it. Love you, bye."
"Love you, bye."
He dropped the phone on his lap, went back to staring out the window until the doors opened and Rudy slid back into the bucket seat next to his. "Can't wait to see this fancy abode Anderson is always talking about." Rudy smirked faintly. "Though I'll probably skip the pool."