The Sick Day
Damn. The hollow, lofty sound, like the inside of a church that greeted him meant only one thing: one of the kids was already using the downstairs extension. George growled in a disgruntled manner beneath his furry breath, a cough and a splutter escaping in unison as he put the receiver back down. The voice, heard briefly, had been that of Lucy, his teenaged stepdaughter, a silent curse issued her way. He looked over longingly at the inviting bed, its warm pillows calling him back. Close...