It took a long time for it to rewind. A lot longer than it should have for only two messages.
"Hi, Hugo. It's Greg. Like you didn't know, huh? Just calling to remind you that Mike's coming by Mocha Daze tomorrow to see you.
You need a body. He's got one. Give him a chance, even if your first instinct isn't all that hot, okay? He's not the most 'up' person right now, but a steady job would do him good, I think. Uhhm...yeah, okay. That's it! See you tomorrow. Love ya."
BEEP!
"Mr. Ciccarelli, this is Barbara Lawrey. I'm sorry that I didn't reach you while you were home. I would have liked to talked to you. Look, this isn't easy for me, but I'm going to try to make this request as politely as possible.
My brother and I would like to visit our father's gravesite on the 29th. My mother will also be with us. Given the way that my brother and I think about you and my mother's feelings about the circumstances surrounding his death-"
I held my breath.
"-I'm asking you not to visit the gravesite that day.
My mother is driving up from San Diego and, frankly, I don't want her to have to deal with the shock of seeing you while she is trying to pay her respects to the only man she ever loved.
If, for whatever reason, you can not honor this request, let me just warn you that if you approach my mother or any other member of my family, to harass us or even to talk to us...my brother will be there, Mr. Cicarelli. I won't be responsible for what could happen.
This isn't a threat, just a warning. We do not want to see you there."
