"It's me, honey," said a weary-sounding voice on the other end of the phone. Phoebe recognized it immediately. She'd only been married to the man for 15 years, after all!
"Hi, Jeff. What's going on?" Phoebe asked, though judging by her husband's voice she already had an inkling about what it was.
"Johnson moved the deadline without telling us. Again," Jeff replied with a sigh. Phoebe could imagine her husband massaging the bridge of his nose, like he usually did when he was under stress. "I'm not going to be able to get home until later. Probably for the next few days."
"But what about this weekend? We're still having a picnic with the girls, right?" Phoebe asked. She immediately knew what the answer to that question was going to be, though. Why had she bothered asking?
"I'll try, but you know what Johnson is like. It'll be my fault if I don't meet the new deadline, even if no one told me about it in advance," Jeff said.
"Alright," Phoebe sighed. "I guess you'll be getting takeout for dinner again?"
"Yeah," Jeff responded. "Wish I didn't have to, though. Anything you make is ten times better than the factory-line burgers they churn out there."
"Thank you. I'll see you later, then. I love you," Phoebe said.
"Love you too, honey," Jeff said. A moment later, there was a click and a dial tone as Phoebe set the phone down. She was starting to feel more irritated now than she had been when the girls had been running around the house. Specifically, she was feeling angry at...
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