Tag Archives: another phone call

The Righteous & The Wicked

Ziggy called me back sometime around one in the morning. Or maybe it was two. It felt late, anyway. I was lying awake doing the not-sleeping thing. I wasn’t even fretting about anything specific. I was just lying there spinning my wheels.

Tell Me When It’s Over

I finally talked to Ziggy for a good stretch on the phone around lunchtime in St. Louis. It had been like seven in the morning when we’d pulled in, Flip made sure I was tucked in and passed out before he went to bed himself, but he’d apparently slept through all the drama on the […]

Call It Rock and Roll

I called Ziggy when I got upstairs. I got his machine. I left the number of the hotel and my room number. Then I opened the minibar wondering if there was any Gatorade in there. There wasn’t, but there was Coke. And Jack. Which meant there was Jack and Coke.

True Faith

Ziggy and I didn’t have sex for like a week. This is significant because I felt I was holding out for something but I wasn’t sure what, and he was obviously holding back, too, because when have you ever known Ziggy not to make a move in an entire week? I think we were both […]

Too Much Too Young

(Site glitches fixed! Turns out the disk in the web server was dying and that’s why new comments wouldn’t take. Please go back and comment now on Sanders’ brilliant Ziggy fic from last week: A Little Normal -ctan) — Apparently I get Tempe and Tucson mixed up. Tucson I had heard was an artsy little […]

Can’t Stop

The phone rang gratifyingly quickly. “Yellow,” I answered. “I guess you’re not sleeping either.” “I’m on West Coast time,” Ziggy said. “Where it’s only three in the morning.” “Uh huh,” I said, unconvinced.

Tell Me Something

I didn’t think, however, that Ziggy wanted me to call that night. So Martin and I ended up channel flipping and shooting the breeze in his room until nearly dawn and finishing the last of a bottle of Jack. “I hear you’re coming with us this time,” he said at one point.

The Heat is On

We’d had months to get ready, so why were we rushing around like chickens with our heads cut off the final week? That’s just how it is, I guess. Carynne had us doing a list of errands, and there was packing, and laundry, and equipment checks, and eight billion other things, plus phone interviews with […]