The Affair

Chapter 15.3

After his phone call with Tera, William returns inside the club house and looks over to their table. To his surprise he sees Fallon sitting on Spencer's side of the booth, and giggling as he was engaged in some kind of story that required him to use his hands to gesture. Happy that Fallon was seemingly having a good time, he rejoins his group at the booth and takes a sip of his beer that he had left behind.

"Looks like you two are having fun.", William says, stealing a fry off Fallon's plate.

"Haha, yes, sir! Mr. McCallen was just telling me the story of when he and his sons got stuck on a bunch of rocks while tubing in San... 'Muh... San Muh... Umm...", she stammers, looking to Spencer for clarification.

"San Marcos, dear.", he assists.

"Yes, San Marcos! It sounds so fun! Well... the 'floating down the river' part, maybe not the 'getting stuck' part.".

"HAHA! It's all fun. Especially when you have a couple of beers in ya. Fallon, if you've never gone, you should get your friends together and spend a nice weekend by the river before summer is over.", Spencer suggests, before addressing William about something work-related.

"Aah, right... friends...", she mutters to herself as the men then engage in a topic about offshore drilling equipment. Since it seemed like the two were focused on their conversation, Fallon grabs her phone and excuses herself from the table. "Excuse me for a bit, boys. I, uh, I'm just gonna step outside real quick. For a call.", she explains.

"Everything okay?", William asks, picking up on a subtle nervousness in her voice.

Fallon forces another smile as she nods. "Yes, sir... It'll only take a minute.".

Fallon turns from the table and heads for the door. Stepping outside, she is immediately hit with a heavy wall of Texas heat as her body leaves the comfort of the air-conditioned club house. She sees a bench nearby positioned under a sizable awning, and thus under a fair amount of shade, and sits. For a moment, she stares at the message Amy had sent her earlier and runs through various scenarios of what she would say to her. Then, with a deep breath, she calls Amy.

"Little Fallon!", Amy gleefully answers after just two rings, "I'm so happy you called. How ya doin' girl?".

"Why are you harassing me when I'm outside of work?", she asks, feeling confident for the moment, "That was never part of the deal!".

Amy chuckles over the phone. "It's funny to me that you think you have any say so in the matter. Now hurry up, pet, and read the note. Big sister has a lot of work to finish and can't play with you right now.".

"No! I'm not at work, a-a-and the deal was—".

"Listen to me, you gross little bitch. I don't give a fuck that you're not at work. You could be on the goddamn moon for all I care. Hell, you could be hiding from a serial killer in a silent ass room and I still wouldn't care. If I call and ask you to repeat something, YOU DO IT. You hear me?", Amy grumbles through the phone, holding back her anger as much as she could, "UGH, now you've gotten me all worked up. I was only going to make you say it once, but now you're gonna say it three times, stupid bitch. Now, READ IT!".

Fallon starts to sniffle and whimper. "Please, Amy... Not today...".

Amy let's out a deep sigh over the phone. "God... You are just one big fucking headache, you know that? Don't say I didn't warn you.", she says before hanging up on Fallon.

Fallon panics at the beeping tones of the call ending, thinking that Amy was now going to follow through with her threat.

"No, no, no! Amy?? Amy, please!!", she neurotically shouts at her phone.