“You can watch the sports too.” His voice had lowered. Oh you jammy cow! Xxx . . …Well, no, but I’m sure that won’t be a problem……No, I don’t think so……Golf! . . …” Marsha giggled and Alex thought he could hear Sally laughing too. “You can watch the sports too.” His voice had lowered. “Oh hiiiii Sally, it’s Alex!” he squealed in feign joy and surprise, “How are you?” Before Sally could even begin to respond, if indeed she was going to, if even, she was listening at all, Alex bellowed down the hall, the receiver barely removed from his mouth, “MARSHA! “Goodness, what am I like?” He smiled as he could almost hear Sally scowling down the phone. He took his stance, waggled his hips a couple of times and began his backswing, drawing all the way back only to slowly revert to his starting position.
