Paul was sleeping soundly on the couch when his cell phone rang. "I should have turned it off before I laid down," he grumbled. The handy phone was sitting on the coffee table, and he glared at it, willing it to stop. It rang six times, and then - Oh, sweet merciful - Jesus - it went silent. - only to begin ringing again three seconds later. Paul cursed as he sat up and picked up the phone. He was ready to freak out, but when he saw who was calling, his anger dissipated. It was Michelle.
Paul smiled as he accepted the call. "Good morning, baby, I was sleeping. Is there a problem?"
"You haven't been home for two days…" Michelle replied. She sounded upset as if she were on the verge of tears.
"Didn't I tell you that I had business abroad?" Paul sighed resolutely. "It is only temporary, so you don't have to keep calling. I will return soon. I promise."
"Can you give me a date?" Michelle asked.
