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Mar 4, 2011 22:18:16 GMT -5
Post by Charlie Bernstein on Mar 4, 2011 22:18:16 GMT -5
The phone had gone to voicemail, as per it's usual and Charlie Bernstein's strained and old voice croaked into the receiver.
"Boopkie Beah? I just read on the interwebs that that nice young man you and Sean used to run around with--Gregory--was arrested for murder," there was a pause as Joshua's mother hacked, though it was muffled by her hand covering the mouth piece, "the report said he broke into someone's home and killed the fellow at his desk. I think it was a lover's spat. He burned the body, and you know how those homosexuals like to mutilate each other."
If Mama B had a fault, that was it. She was prejudiced against the LGBTQ community. It was her opinion, wrong as it might be, that they were all mentally ill and only needed the right combination of prescription drugs to make it all better. Her poor heart if she ever learned of her son's affliction.
"Anyway, Boopkie, I was thinking of driving out to the," BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP The message time had run short and only a few seconds later a second voicemail was started.
"Boopkie, I thought we agreed you needed to have that fixed. Anyway, I was thinking of driving out to the," once more she was interrupted by a deep, hacking cough that seemed to come from the very core of her soul, "that I would go out to the jail and visit Gregory. I need you to come watch your father for me while I do that. See you tomorrow, Boopkie."
And with that the withered old woman hung the phone up and leaned back in her floral print, over-stuffed chair, shaking her head and chattering to her blissfully not-all-there husband about the state of children these days.
"Boopkie Beah? I just read on the interwebs that that nice young man you and Sean used to run around with--Gregory--was arrested for murder," there was a pause as Joshua's mother hacked, though it was muffled by her hand covering the mouth piece, "the report said he broke into someone's home and killed the fellow at his desk. I think it was a lover's spat. He burned the body, and you know how those homosexuals like to mutilate each other."
If Mama B had a fault, that was it. She was prejudiced against the LGBTQ community. It was her opinion, wrong as it might be, that they were all mentally ill and only needed the right combination of prescription drugs to make it all better. Her poor heart if she ever learned of her son's affliction.
"Anyway, Boopkie, I was thinking of driving out to the," BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP The message time had run short and only a few seconds later a second voicemail was started.
"Boopkie, I thought we agreed you needed to have that fixed. Anyway, I was thinking of driving out to the," once more she was interrupted by a deep, hacking cough that seemed to come from the very core of her soul, "that I would go out to the jail and visit Gregory. I need you to come watch your father for me while I do that. See you tomorrow, Boopkie."
And with that the withered old woman hung the phone up and leaned back in her floral print, over-stuffed chair, shaking her head and chattering to her blissfully not-all-there husband about the state of children these days.
