MC Part 2 #29
The phone mooed. Logan glanced down at the caller ID, raised his eyebrows, and picked up the call.
“John, aren’t you supposed to be taking it easy today?”
“Yeah, but there were some developments last night after I got home. Is Donna there yet?”
“Yeah, she’s right here.”
“Put me on speaker phone, so I don’t have to tell this story twice.”
Logan pushed the button and put the receiver down.
“Morning Donna.” John said.
“Hi John. How are you feeling?”
“Hard to say. I haven’t slept yet.”
“What?” Logan barked.
“Like I said: stuff has happened.” John sounded tired and exasperated.
“Well, don’t just wind us up! What’s up?” Donna leaned down eagerly.
“Okay.”
John launched into retelling the events of the night before, and his surprising marital status change. When he was finished, he didn’t hear any noise from the other side of the connection.
“Guys? Hello? Are you still there?”
Logan and Donna looked at one another, eyes wide, and jaws hanging open. It took some seconds before either one of them was able to reply.
“We’re here.” Donna said, flatly.
“Well, what do you guys think?”
“I can’t speak for Logan, he’s still catatonic, but I am amazed at the amount of shit you’ve managed to find yourself in.”
“Gee, thanks, D!”
“Don’t mention it, John-Boy.”
Donna stared at the telephone and tried to figure out precisely what she was feeling about it all. Shock. Surprise. No, she was more than surprised. Bewildered? She felt that word fit better. The feeling that really gave her pause was the hot stab of jealousy in her heart.
“Logan. Logan? Say something!” John called out.
“Um. Something.” Logan muttered brainlessly. “I guess congratulations are in order, too?”
“Don’t ask me! I don’t even know what to do!”
“Listen,” Donna interrupted, “we need to focus on Wednesday at the White House. If you’re really married, then Etty is going to have to realize that normal people work and don’t walk through walls.”
“Good point.” John commented.
“Of course it is.” Donna agreed. “The Secret Service will be picking up the van soon, and we’re going to hold the fort down here. You, Mr. Newlywed, get some sleep. Everything looks more clear after sleep. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. We’ll call you later and update you on what we need to do tomorrow. Go sleep!”
“Okay, bye!” John said, and hung up the phone.
In the quiet of the Manleigh Cheese workroom, Donna and Logan blinked their eyes and stared at the telephone.
“I wonder,” Logan murmured, “if Etty likes cheese.”
“It doesn’t matter right now. Go make some cheese, Logan. I’ve got veggies to dismember. Everything else can be sorted out after we make it through Wednesday.”