TM #165: What are you waiting for?

Leave a message.

Right. Ray sighs. Great, leave another message. Fine. He could do this. He will do this until she picks up and speaks to him.

Hey, beep, wish I could say it's been a while b-

"Ynez, it's me...again. Just, please, just call me back? Or, I dunno, answer the phone next time? Y'can't keep ignoring me, okay, we gotta talk.

...

I am sorry, y'know. I made- okay, I made a lotta mistakes and I know I hurt ya but I nee-"

He sighs, even he wouldn't want to speak to himself after Sunday.

"I really wanna talk to you. Please."

He shuts his phone, shoves it in his back pocket and heads out the door for work.

In his lunch hour, he rings again. The beep starts to get annoying.

"I'm not gonna stop calling, Ynez. I warn ya. You're gonna have a hundred messages on here and then some if you don't pick up."

When he gets home, he hits redial but doesn't bring the mobile to his ear until after the beep. No way can he keep hearing that without hitting something.

"I'm not one for begging, Ynez. But would you believe me if I told ya that I'm on my knees right now? I dunno about you but I'm gettin' tired of listening to my own voice. Please, Ynez, for the sake of my knees.

He rubs his eyes and drops his chin.

"I'm sorry. Really sorry. I can't say that enough times, I know. But I really need to talk to you, see if I can...I dunno, just- explain, I guess. I said stupid, really, really stupid things and I didn't mean 'em but I - I said them anyway 'cause...

He sighs for the fiftieth time that day.

"-'cause I wasn't thinkin'. I wasn't- I was trying to - I made a mistake and I'm sorry.

...

I guess I'll uh, I'll speak to your answer machine tomorrow. It's real nice, you uh, you got a good beep. So...night, Ynez."