Family Guy Game

Christopher picked up the receiver on the white wall phone that hung in the kitchen and dialed the number of his former house. He had promised Kristy that he would call as soon as he got back.

"Jenny-" he said when his wife picked up after only one ring. He pulled off his jacket and hung it over a chair.

"Hello, Chris," she returned. There was something in her voice. It was not dread and she did not sound irritable. Strangely, she actually sounded relieved.

"I hope I didn't wake anybody." It was a courtesy comment. She usually stayed up late.

"No. We're up. Want to talk to Kristy? She's brushing her teeth."

"Actually, I'd like to talk to you for a minute."

"There's not much more to say, Chris."

Okay, so it wasn't relief I heard in her voice when she picked up the phone, he now realized. It was fatigue…and exasperation-her usual tone of voice. It brought with it the memory of every argument they had ever had.

"I think there is. I may have found a way to get back everything we lost. I mean, everything I lost for us."

She waited in uncomfortable silence, offering no reply.

"Can I talk to Kristy before she goes to bed, and then talk to you?"

"All right," she moaned. "Hold on a minute."

He heard her footsteps as she left the room, and then the mumbling of voices. Next, his daughter screeched with laughter. The patter of bare feet running across the hardwood floor in the upstairs hallway preceded a child's cheery voice on the other end of the line.