His phone rang noisily through the quiet apartment. Sunlight streamed through the windows. He’d been too dazed last night to remember drawing the curtains. He grunted as he kicked the covers off. His phone rang noisily.
“Get your ass out of bed.”
“Did you call me just to say that? Besides, I’m not even in bed anymore.”
“Nice try, big guy. I called to say you’ve got work to do and you’d better get down here as fast as you can ’cause I’ve got you twenty minutes with that lady at the hot-shot law firm downtown.”
“Whoa, whoa, slow down there. My head’s all fuzzy.” It was very fuzzy and it had really bad timing.
“Well, that’s usually the case when I have to call to wake you up at nine thirty on New Year’s morning. I’ll bet your pants are hanging from the ceiling fan and you’re looking at them right now.”
“That was a one time thing, Frank,” he said, staring at the mess that his room was.