Charles hesitated before he spoke.., "Melissa, I am sorry to being calling so late on a Saturday night." he said trying not to slur his speech and he could not believe she was on the other end of the line.
"Late? Why it's only 9:30." she replied in a gentle soothing tone. "Who is this?" Melissa asked.
"Oh, I apologize, this is Charles, I met you at Oliver's, my friend fell and hurt his head."
"Oh, of course, tell me, you neglected to inform me of his condition." she asked worried as he had not phoned her in weeks.
"He's fine, nothing to worry about." he reassured her.
"Wonderful! Now tell me, how have you been? Well? I hope." she asked with genuine care in her voice.
The past three weeks blazed across his mind and he tried to think of something positive to say, "I'm still alive." he gave a little laugh then said, without thinking "I just wanted so very much to meet with you again, as I find so charming and exquisite." Charles flattered her then he explained his situation.
"Where are you?" she asked with great concern.
"I'm in Sundance Square, across the street from The Worthington."
"Go to the valet and grab a taxi, my house is in South Lake, about twenty minutes away, give the driver my address and you can come visit me for a little while. Sounds like you need someone to talk to." she said sensing the trepidation in his voice.
"That I do, and I thank you. I'll see you in about twenty minutes then." Charles answered then she gave him her address and he was on his way.
Meanwhile, Mr.Pruce was walking towards his Range-Rover when he spotted two pretty girls in their twenties; whom had locked the keys in their brand new black BMW. They called out to him in distress and he, trying to be kind, assisted them by picking up a loose brick from the sidewalk and smashing it through the driver's side window. The security alarm wailed as the two enraged girls began screaming at Mr.Pruce, beating him with their huge leather purses.
"Get off!" he shouted at them as he picked up the brick off the seat amidst the shattered glass then raised it above his head, as if he meant to strike the ladies with it. The women backed off of him with looks of sheer terror in their frightened eyes. Mr.Pruce only laughed at them as the cowered from him then he turned, dropped the brick on the sidewalk, then calmly walked away.
He heard one of them shout after him "What is this world coming to?"
"An end ladies! AN END!" he laughed.
"Late? Why it's only 9:30." she replied in a gentle soothing tone. "Who is this?" Melissa asked.
"Oh, I apologize, this is Charles, I met you at Oliver's, my friend fell and hurt his head."
"Oh, of course, tell me, you neglected to inform me of his condition." she asked worried as he had not phoned her in weeks.
"He's fine, nothing to worry about." he reassured her.
"Wonderful! Now tell me, how have you been? Well? I hope." she asked with genuine care in her voice.
The past three weeks blazed across his mind and he tried to think of something positive to say, "I'm still alive." he gave a little laugh then said, without thinking "I just wanted so very much to meet with you again, as I find so charming and exquisite." Charles flattered her then he explained his situation.
"Where are you?" she asked with great concern.
"I'm in Sundance Square, across the street from The Worthington."
"Go to the valet and grab a taxi, my house is in South Lake, about twenty minutes away, give the driver my address and you can come visit me for a little while. Sounds like you need someone to talk to." she said sensing the trepidation in his voice.
"That I do, and I thank you. I'll see you in about twenty minutes then." Charles answered then she gave him her address and he was on his way.
Meanwhile, Mr.Pruce was walking towards his Range-Rover when he spotted two pretty girls in their twenties; whom had locked the keys in their brand new black BMW. They called out to him in distress and he, trying to be kind, assisted them by picking up a loose brick from the sidewalk and smashing it through the driver's side window. The security alarm wailed as the two enraged girls began screaming at Mr.Pruce, beating him with their huge leather purses.
"Get off!" he shouted at them as he picked up the brick off the seat amidst the shattered glass then raised it above his head, as if he meant to strike the ladies with it. The women backed off of him with looks of sheer terror in their frightened eyes. Mr.Pruce only laughed at them as the cowered from him then he turned, dropped the brick on the sidewalk, then calmly walked away.
He heard one of them shout after him "What is this world coming to?"
"An end ladies! AN END!" he laughed.
