Literature
That'll Be the Day
"Oh please, oh please, please Mary!" George asked-more like whined-through the telephone rather frantically. "Please let us stay with ye! I haven't seen ye in so long, please!"
"Wait, who's us?"
"I-I-I din't say us
" he stuttered.
The phone switched hands from George to someone else.
"Ello love, this is John. What little Geo means here is that we would like a place to shack up. We'll be in New York for a week. That's all he wanted," he clarified in his thick accent. He threw the phone back and George's breathing came back on.
"Too modest to ask, eh George?"
"I din't think you would agree. I mean, I know how mooch you hate John," he