calliope-mccleary:
“What’s new…? Well, Diona wants to be a drummer now. Not because of me but because of Meg White. Milo took it upon himself to change Sabine’s diaper the other day and he did pretty well for a three-year-old, and I’m addicted to cookies and cream ice cream now.” Calliope inhaled deeply, aware of how depressing she sounded. “Anyway, how are you?”
“Can’t blame her, everyone wants to play ‘em. They’re just real cool.” Maybe he should take up the drums, was it too late? Maybe Diona wanted to teach him. Once she learned. “None of that sounds as sad as the tone in your voice, Call” he shrugged. “What’s really up, or do you just need a break from the kiddo’s?” He asked, leaning his arm on the table between them. “I’m










