Antonia’s Telephone Call

Martina had just put the baby down for her nap after breastfeeding and burping her. She was in the kitchen to get a bottle of non-alcoholic wine and glasses. Laird and she were going to spend at least an hour in the jacuzzi, something they hadn’t done since she had the baby. And afterwards, they would go into the bedroom and make love if the little darling didn’t wake up before then.

Just as Martina was on her way back to the bedroom, the phone rang. She quickly set the bottle and glasses down on the counter and picked up the receiver. “Hello?” She didn’t recognize the number displayed.

“Hello, Martina. It’s Antonia.”

“Hello, Antonia. How are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you. And you?”

“Well, thanks.”

“Is Laird there? I–I need to talk to him.”

Martina was disappointed that Antonia didn’t ask about her baby niece. “Hold on and let me see if he’s available.” Martina pressed the hold button and then, placed the receiver on the counter before quickly leaving the kitchen. She went into the bedroom and into the bathroom where Laird was getting the jacuzzi ready. “Antonia’s on the phone. She said she needs to talk to you.”

Laird scowled. “What the devil does she want?”

“I don’t know but it sounds urgent. Hopefully, it isn’t to do with your father.”

Laird muttered under his breath. “All right, I’ll take the bloody call.”

Martina looked at him reprovingly. “Laird.”

“Sorry.” He marched into the bedroom, over to the bedside table and picked up the receiver while Martina returned to the kitchen to place the receiver back in its cradle. She waited in the kitchen until Laird she saw the light go off indicating that the call was over.

“Hello, Antonia. Martina said that you needed to talk to me.”

“Hello, Laird. Yes, I really need to talk to you.”

“What is it about?”


“Is he all right?”

“Yes, yes. He’s fine.”

“Then, what is this all about?”

“I’d rather talk to you in person. Can I come over and–?”


“Can-can I meet you somewhere later then?”

“Antonia, why can’t you tell me what this is about over the phone?”

“I think it would be better if it were done in person. Since you don’t want me to come over to your flat, can we please meet somewhere else?”

Laird sighed. “All right. When do you want to meet?”

“This evening at six–“

“This evening is out of the question.”

“How-how about tomorrow afternoon around 1?”

“3 is better for me.”

“All right, Laird. We can meet tomorrow at 3–”


“Green Park, where the Canada Memorial is.”

“All right. I’ll meet you there tomorrow at 3.” He hung up before she could say anything else. Bloody nuisance, he muttered to himself. It was a mistake letting her have this number but Martina had insisted. Why on earth did she have to call? Thank goodness that the ringing of the phone didn’t wake the baby.

He returned to the bathroom to finish getting the jacuzzi ready. Then, he wondered where Martina was. He strode into the bedroom door and looked out. She should be in the kitchen getting the wine and glasses. Should he go and fetch her? He didn’t want the water in the jacuzzi to become tepid.

Martina saw the red light go off. The telephone conversation between Laird and Antonia was over. She was curious to know why it was so urgent for Antonia to speak to him. She hoped it wasn’t anything to be concerned about. Taking up the bottle of wine and the glasses, she left the kitchen.

Just as Laird decided that he was going to the kitchen to get Martina when he saw her hurrying down the hallway.

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