Arround one thirty Chris’s cell phone began to ring again. He answered the call in the other room. He was always going to the far corners of the house to answer any calls. It was just his thing.

Thora looked up and watched him leave the room. Minutes later he was out of her sight.

Thora could hear Chris speak to his caller from the other room. Thier conversation lasted for about twenty minutes or so.

After he got off the phone he went to the bedroom. There he grabbed his wallet and his keys.

He made his entrance in the living room. Followed by a brief breathless story as to why he suddenly had to leave. His reasons were vauge and obscure.

Thora maintained eye contact with him. She did not think to ask any questions. She was still caught off guard by his actions. She didn’t think to ask any questions. She was still trying to figgure out who called him, and what could be this urgent so late at night? “Something going on at the paper?” she finally asked.

Chris gave her a confused look.