The Phone Call

Ring ring ring ring...

'Angelina Jolie's residence!'

'Hello. May I speak with Angelina, please.'

'One moment, please. Who shall I say calling?'

'It's her brother Tom.'

'Oh, very well. A moment, please.'

'Angelina, Tom's on the line. For you.'

'Thanks, Brad.'

'Hi Tom. Angelina here.'

'Hey pretty girl, howzit going?'

'Silly boy. Stop using American slang. I'm Aussie, mate. What's up?'

'Nothing. Just wondering how y'all holding up down under. How's Mama?'

'Not good. Mama's been sick since she got back. I heard her complaining to Dad about her body clock being topsy turvy.'

'Well, she's been having this persistent cough when she came back from her travel to the Middle East.'

'Yeah. That too. Plus she got caught in the drizzle when she fetched us from Uncle Is and Auntie If's place. And it's cold here compared with where she's been in the past six weeks.'

'Is she having a flu? Any fever?'

'I think it's the combination of everything. And lack of sleep. Hasn't been to work too.'

'That's a bit worrying. How are you coping?'

'Well, we've been doing our bit to help ease her suffering. I've been giving her massages while Brad keeps her warm by cuddling her. We hope that helps.'

'We'll pray for her too. Hope she'll recover soon. At least Dad is not sick. A bit busy though. He comes home late almost everynight.'

'Yeah. Send my love, hugs and kisses to Dad.'

'The same from us to Mama, OK?'

'Righto, bro.'

'Hey, who's being American now?'

'Teeheehee. You started it.'

'Don't be cheeky sister.'

'Sorry....send my love to Nicole and the kids, OK!'

'Oh, all right.'

'Ta....'

...click.