Old Haven Times

A certain phone in a certain man's cubicle began to ring.

"Yes?" answered Wallace in a tone not unlike his wife's. One could hear the clicking of a keyboard in the background.

"Wallace I think I'm pregnant." Amanda hissed into the phone.

The line went dead for a moment, after a loud banging noise, likely caused by the receiver slipping from its place between Wallace's shoulder and ear and hitting the linoleum floor of the office. A moment later, he returned, hissing as well. "What!?"

"I'm not sure! My gift from nature is a little late, and to my surprise you didn't come prepared!" Amanda's voice dropped lower in the middle of her sentence, as if she was embarrassed by the whole ordeal.

"For fuck's sake, did you check? I mean, REALLY check? Damn it, I can't-- It's not my bloody fault. Don't try to shift the blame." He glanced to his right, making sure the door was shut properly.

"For fuck's sake!? You're not the one who's going to have to carry the thing! I can't exactly go pick up the test, all of the local markets would ask Trevor!" Her voice was rising with panic.

"Shite! They would not! Amanda, really... Christ -- how did you get this number?"

The phone went silent.

"Phone book, and then your friend uh... Bill? redirected me."

Damn that Bill. "Don't call me on this line. Rings off the bloody hook all day; I don't need delays like this. Like this..." There was a whispered obscenity just away from the receiver. "Just... Go make absolutely sure. I'll try to... err, just... keep calm. Keep calm." He didn't know just who he was encouraging. "I've got to go." He was gone.