A strange phone call

Matt woke Sunday morning to the sound of his phone.

He fumbled for it, managed not to disconnect the call, and answered. "Yeah?"

"Matt? It's, uh, Tanya."

Tanya? Calling him? Was this a dream or something.

"Hey Tanya. What's up?"

{if Mrs. Adams=0}"My mom is having a pool party and needs to hire someone to, you know, serve drinks and be the servant type. You interested?"

{else}"You know my mom's party? She needs someone to help out with serving drinks and stuff like that. She thought you might do a good job. It's almost as if you've got her fooled into thinking you're not a loser."{endif}

She was trying to sound indifferent but Matt thought he might hear a note of desperation.

"I don't know. I'm pretty busy with my tutoring business and Sunday is prime time for that. What about Jordan."

Tanya laughed. "Jordan? Now that's a joke. First, he doesn't work, he goofs around. And second, I persuaded my mom to hire him last time she had a party. He drank all the liquor and then puked all over a couple of my dad's actors. You'd be surprised how well that was received. Not!"

"Yeah, that sounds like Jordan. Still, like I said, I'm pretty busy."

"Hang on."

A minute later Tanya was back. "She says she'll pay you a hundred bucks {if Mrs. Adams>0}plus whatever she pays for cleaning the pool{endif} and provide the suit."

"Suit?"

"You know, the servant suit."

"Oh, joy."

"Yeah, tell me about it. I'll be wearing one, too. My dad gets off on having me and Natasha tromping around dressed like French maids. Sick or what?"

Natalie and Tanya parading around in French maid outfits. Hell yeah. "I'm in. But I'll need a ride."

A big sigh. "Fine. And Matt."

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, I guess."