The next morning, Jeanine prepared a celebratory breakfast of fried biscuits and gravy. As always, this was accompanied by fresh fruit...which, as always, went largely ignored by the males of the clan Carson. In a transparent attempt to bait her boys into eating some grapefruit, Jeanine was declaiming for the umpteenth time on its "wonderful flavor," when the phone rang.
With that, Jeanine handed the phone to Mike and resumed her place at the formica smorgasbord.
"Hello?"
"Michael! Good morning, young man. How're you feeling?"
"I'm great! Mom made biscuits and gravy!"
"Well that's something special, isn't it?"
"Yes sir, they are...really good."
"Hello. Carson residence." Jeanine announced in her best Southern belle voice.
"Why no, not at all. We're always happy to hear from you, Pastor Leedle.
Yes, we're just fine. How are you this morning?
What's that now?
Oh, yes. I believe he could. Yes, one of us could bring him...but I'm not sure if he already had other plans. here, let me let you talk to him."
With that, Jeanine handed the phone to Mike and resumed her place at the formica smorgasbord.
"Hello?"
"Michael! Good morning, young man. How're you feeling?"
"I'm great! Mom made biscuits and gravy!"
"Well that's something special, isn't it?"
"Yes sir, they are...really good."
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