“Hello?”

“Collect call from James Stafford.  Will you accept the charges.”

“Yes.  Hey, Jim.”

“Hi, Mom.”

“Did you get moved in okay?”

“Yeah, everything is good.  My building has a swimming pool.”

“Fancy.  Christie called looking for you.”

“Please don’t give her my address.”

“Some others, too.  Jarod and Matt –”

“Nobody, Ma.  Don’t tell anybody how to get in touch with me.”

“Lee G stopped by yesterday.”

“Yeah, give Lee G my address, but nobody else.”

“Do you want to talk to Dad?”

“Okay.”

“Hello?”

“Hey, Pop.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Hey, I was talking to Pete at work and he has a son over in Greenville who’s an artist at an advertising agency.”

“I don’t want to do advertising.”

“Well, you can be an artist but still support yourself.”

“I want to be a painter.”

“Starving artist, huh?”

“Guess so.”

“Well, collect calls are expensive.”

“Okay.”

“Talk to your adviser about an illustration major.”

“Okay.”

“You can still paint as a hobby.”

“I gotta go.”

“Goodbye, son.”

“Bye, Pop.”

“Love ya.”

“Bye.”