Brrrrrrrrring.
<<Hello?>>
"Hi, it's me, Brad. Is this Beverly Danka?"
<<Hold on,>> says the voice. <<Mom! Phone!>>
Woah. She has kids.
Times have changed, man.
<<Hello?>>
It's Bev!
"Hi, it's me, Brad!"
<<Brad?>>
"Yeah, I'm Brad Powell."
<<Oh! Hi, Brad.>>
"So you have kids now?"
<<Uh, yeah. Had 'em for some time now.>>
"Oh."
<<So what about you? You have kids?>>
"Nope, not m-- oh, wait, yeah. Well, one, kinda."
<<Uh-huh. So what are you doing with yourself?>>
"I got this cool van. And uh... Me and Merv -- you remember Merv, right?"
<<Oh... yeah, you still hang out with Merv, eh?>>
"Yeah, he and I cruise around a lot. ...You remember the basement?"
<<'The Basement'? Was that a club we went to or something?>>
"No, I mean here at the house in Sharon."
<<Oh. Well, not particularly, but yeah...>>
"I spend a lot of time there."
<<Oh.>>
"So, uh... are you doing anything tonight? Maybe you'd wanna cruise around a little bit with me and Merv?"
<<Uh...>>
"There's a bed in the back of the van."
<<Really...>>
"Yeah, it's great. C'mon, whaddya say?"
<<I say 'no', Brad.>>
"Why not?"
<<Well, I've got two kids to look after here... and I think when my husband gets home we're all going out to eat.>>
"Husband?"
<<Yep.>>
"Oh... so does that mean there's no chance of me scoring with you now?"
<<Goodbye, Brad,>> says Bev.
She hangs up.
"Damn," you say to yourself. "I probably shouldn't have mentioned about Sammy."
What would you like to do now?