His phone rang, and he looked to see who was calling.
“Her again,” he groaned when he read the caller ID. Didn’t she have anything better to do? Didn’t she know how much he had to do?
The phone rang a few more times as he debated whether to answer or not. Finally, he picked it up and answered it just before it could go to the answering machine.
“Hello,” he sighed.
He listened for a few seconds. “Yes, yes, I know,” he said.
He listened a few more seconds. “Uh huh,” he grunted. “Right. Yes, I understand.”
He listened again for a few seconds. “Yeah, yeah, I know that,” he muttered as he rolled his eyes.
He listened for a few more seconds, then heaved a sigh. “Fine,” he conceded. “Okay, I’ll be right over.” He started to hang up, but the voice on the other end said one last thing, and he replied, “Yeah, I love you, too, Mom.”
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “his/her(s)”: