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The word is aggravation.
Evan rolled over in bed and picked up the phone, eyes half stuck shut in the darkness. His original intent was to pull the cord out of the reciever and throw it under the bed never to be seen again (or at least not until later in the afternoon) but somehow that message didn't get through to his sleepfogged brain in time. "Yeah?"
"Evan Donnelly, how come ye weren't in church this mornin'!?" The grating screech of the woman on the other end of the phone blew away some of the fog, and he winced.
"Well, ye see, Granny Oona ..." he trailed off, sitting up in the blackness and looking across the bed at the exact reason why he hadn't been in church that morning, who was still sleeping. Of course one couldn't tell ones' grandmother that one had been up all night getting laid. And that was with normal grandmothers. Granny Oona would have a stroke.
Of course, on the other hand, Granny Oona might have a stroke. "Well, Granny ..."
"And don't ye give me none of that malarkey." Granny Oona continued, cutting him off as usual. "I don't think it's too much te expect at my age that me grandchildren go te church like the decent, God fearin' people that I've tried te raise. I won't be around much longer, don't ye know, what with me heart condition."
Evan sighed and buried his face in his hands, trying to keep quiet. "Granny, ye know as well as I do that ye don't have a heart condition. Th' doctor's said so. Yer fit as a thirty year old, he said."
"The man's a quack." Oona replied acidly. "Young whippersnapper don't know a thing about medicine."
"He's thirty-eight, an' the best specialist in Europe. I'd say he knows a thing or two, yeah?"
"Didn't see any leeches in his office." Oona replied with a dollop of relish. "In my day a good doctor had leeches."
"In yer day they usedta cut holes in yer head te let th' demons out, which explains you." Evan muttered. His bedmate stirred slightly, turning, muttering something under her breath and burrowing further under the comforter. He reached out and stroked the top of her head comfortingly.
"An' it worked, too. Not a single person wi' holes in their head ever suffered from demonic possession again."
"That's 'cause they were dead!" Evan spluttered.
"God took them! An' that reminds me, why weren't ye in church this mornin', Evan Donnelly?"
"Oh, fer the love of bloody peaches an' cream oatmeal."
"Don't ye change the subject on me!"
Anneka sat up, the covers falling away from her tall, slender form, a disgruntled expression on her face. She took the phone from him. "Who is this?" A pause. "Lady, go to hell, okay?" Dropping the phone again, she fell back into the warm nest of blankets. Evan grabbed the squirming snake of a phone and pulled its squawking head away from the reciever.
The room fell silent again.
"Sorry about that." Evan murmured apologetically, lying down and pulling the blankets over himself again.
"Mmmm. Shut up and go to sleep." Anneka replied thickly, burying her face in his chest.
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