Phone call

Jay is going to be in DC next weekend, so I asked him whether he wouldn’t mind couriering some plants (well, bulbs) for me from my parents. They offered to drop off the bulbs to him, but he graciously offered to pick them up from my parents. I e-mailed my parents a few days ago to say that Jay would be able to stop by Saturday morning or Sunday evening, let me know if that works and we’ll go from there. So I here nothing for a couple of days, and then my mother frantically calls me at work on Friday around 3:30.

A.: Hello?
Mom: Are you still at work?
A.: Yeah.
Mom: I need to know when Jay is coming. I need to get the bulbs ready. Also, I got you wild rice. But I need to know when Jay is coming. Can you talk to him?
A.: Yeah, I’ll ask. Can I call you later? I need to get back to work.
Mom: Fine. Call me when you get home.
A.: It’ll be a while. I’ll just call you later, I need to get this one thing done in the next 15 minutes.
Mom: Okay, this isn’t urgent. But I do need to know. I need to gather the bulbs. I need to figure out what we’re going to give you. I have lots of gladioli but I don’t think you need any more. I just need to make some decisions. Also, how much rice do you want? Is two okay?
A.: Sure—
Mom: I can give you all three. I mean, we bought one for ourselves, but you need it more.
A.: Two is fine for now—
Mom: No, no—what are we going to do with it? It’s fine. But I need to know when he’s coming.
A.: The rice is pretty good, you should try it. I’ll talk to Jay, but not now. I’ll have to call you back—
Mom: Fine. I’ll be outside. I don’t feel well. I have a headache. I need to rest. Jay's going to visit you?
A.: No, he's coming to DC anyway, but I'll see him.
Mom: On his own?
A.: No. I don't want to talk about this right now, I'll call you back.
Mom: Okay, call me back.
A.: Go get some rest. Feel better, mom. I’ll call you later.

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I called later that night

Mom: Hold on, let me call your dad. Oh, he's napping. V.!
A.: Well, don't wake him...
Mom: You're right, he's tired.
A.: Jay said he'll come by Sunday afternoon, will call first. He'll stop by.
Mom: He's going to visit you?
A.: No, he's coming to DC with his boyfriend. The boyfriend will probably be in tow when he comes by to get the stuff.
Mom: Excellent! I'd love to meet the boyfriend.
A.: I figured you would.
Mom: I have gladioli, all this other stuff.
A.: Well, don't give him too much stuff.
Mom: Oh, he's not driving?
A.: No.
Mom: Okay. We'll figure it out. Here, let me get your father.
A.: Let him sleep, mom.
Mom: Okay.
A.: I'd better go. Have a good night.
Mom: You, too.