Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy
Subject: Where are you?
Ann, Sara, Tabitha and Billy are milling about the apartment. Billy is in the kitchen looking for a snack, Tabitha is pacing in the hallway, and Ann and Sara are playing Dr. Mario.
“Let's go to Catalina's and get some food.”
“You know I'm in for that. We don't have anything munchy here.”
“There's some granola bars, an apple, and a jar full of cashews.”
“Eh. How about some mozzarella sticks, French fries or something else wonderful?”
“Whatever. I didn't want you eating my cashews anyway. I don't really want to go to Catalina's tonight. I'm kind of tired, and I was there all day.”
“You were on lunch shift today? Should've said something, I could've come up for lunch.”
“It's such a long trip for you, I wouldn't want you spending too much of your lunch hour commuting.”
“Yeah, the train ride can be a bummer. No one would even miss me in the office if I was 10 minutes late though.”
“The wonders of anonymous cubicles.”
“They do have some benefits. Like making you feel mind-numbingly alone even when you're surrounded by 100 people.”
“You guys see Frank today?”
“No. He wasn't up when I went to work this morning, but I just assumed he turned in early.”
“It's hard to keep track of that one. He should have his own time zone.”
“Frank Standard Time.”
“I haven't seen him all day, and he's not picking up his cell phone.”
“When was the last time you tried him?” Billy asks, between handfuls of cashews.
“I just tried him a couple of minutes ago. It went right to voicemail.”
“Could be in the subway.”
“Maybe.” Tabitha frowns. “Do you know something Billy?”
“Hmm? What would I know? I don't keep tabs on him.” says Billy, who is now eating out of a pint of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream.
“You usually know when he disappears though. Would you get a bowl already?”
“I only wanted a couple of bites.” Billy says, putting the pint back in the freezer.
Tabitha sighs, and picks up her cell phone again. “I guess I'll leave him a message. Not like he'll call me back anyway. Oh! It's ringing! Goody!”
Tabitha has a short conversation with Frank, and then hands up.
“Well! At least he's not dead. He says he's at the Trop, but he wouldn't elaborate.”
“The Trop? He's either at a casino in Atlantic City, or at a baseball stadium in Tampa Bay. Since the Devil Rays are no longer playing, I'd go with AC. Of course, maybe he's in on these Yankee meetings to decided Joe Torre's fate.”
“His fate? Are they hanging him?”
“No, his contract is up and they have to decide if they want to give him a new one for next year.”
“And this is a big secret meeting?”
“It's the Yankees. They try to make everything into a production.”
“He hasn't been to Atlantic City in a while. Did he say when he'd be back?”
“Nope. He rushed me off the phone, said he had to get back to his hand.”
“He's probably been playing all day. Okay, I'm done Sara.” Ann says, putting the controller down.
“I crushed you that time. Annihilated you!”
“Lucky. Don't let it go to your head.”