Rickard

We called pretty much everyone we could think of last night when we got in. I talked to Bill's friend in Denver and I had Bill talk to my brother.


-Hi! It's you little sister!
-Hi! Oh, vad roligt!!
-I miss you all.
-Are you drunk?
-Yep. Can you tell, or did you just guess?
-I can tell.
-Oh. Well. You know it's like five thirty in the morning over here.
-Wow. Saga! it's your aunt Anna. Do you wanna talk to her? Her she comes.
-Hi aunt Anna! I miss you. I love you.
-Hi little Saga! I love you too!
We had a nice little chat. That was just what the doctor ordered.


-Brother, you know what? You should come over her. Let me put Bill on the phone for you. Hang on.
-Hi! This is Bill. You have a wonderful sister. (Like he doesn't already know this)

-Hey Bill. What did my brother have to say?

-Hi said he'd lika to come over.

-Great.

Now I know why I feel like I've known Bill for ages. He reminds me of my brother; never a dull moment.