Helping

The amphetamines weren’t helping, Dove had gained another ounce, and here Raven had stopped at a Timmy’s on the way home from some voicework.
     The phone in the yard jingled. “Don’t you want to get it?” asked Raven silkily. Everyone knew for the last forty days, Dove’s agent hadn’t returned one call. Let alone sent a Christmas card. Dove shook his head, mired as it was in the cherry-filled. Raven sashayed over to the phone.
     He came back salt and peppered with dander. Dove's amphetamine-laced heart skipped. “The set of Little Children,” Raven said. “I said yeah, you were resting.”

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The sequel to this story is Jackie Earle.