Calling Maggie

Dave gets into his mothers car and quickly heads back towards home, stopping only to get some gas at the station. He didn’t want to run into someone else he didn’t like again and wish harm upon them without thinking.

Thirty minutes late he pulls into his driveway, and sits in the car for a minute. He needed to talk to Maggie. Really needed to talk to Maggie.

After entering his house and dropping the car keys into the bowl by the door he picks up the hall phone and dials Maggie's number.

By luck Maggie answered, “Hello, Simmons reside…”

“Hey Maggie!” Dave says, breaking into the the greeting.

“Dave! Oh, I’m so glad you called. Umm…should I move to my room?”

“Actually, I need to talk to you. Face to face.”

“About what?” Her voice is apprehensive, as though fearing that Dave had finally come to his senses and wasn’t interested in dating a high school girl.

Dave takes the wishbone out of his pocket and places it on the table. He wanted to convince her it was alright by himself, rather than using the power of the bone. “Don’t worry, it’s not anything bad. I swear. I just need, really need to tell you something. Okay?”

Her voice was still fearful, but a little stronger, “Okay Dave, I trust you. Where?”

Dave thinks, “How about my stoop? Can you get out now or…”

“We’re eating dinner right now, half hour? I’ll eat quick.”

“Half hour is fine. And Maggie?”

“Y-yes?”

“I love you.”

Her sharp intake of air is music to his ears as she answers, “I…I love you too. Oh thank you. I’ll be there in a half hour. With bells on.”

“Well, don’t wake the neighbors.”

Maggie giggles and hangs up her end.