Gemotions

The phone on Emily's desk rang. She snatched it up, her fingers drumming against the wood. "Hello?"

It was her mother. Her mother was also known to talk slowly.

"Just wondering if you're coming over this weekend. And, yes, your cousin will be here again, you know, the one who took forever to get ready for those camp plays?"

Emily exhaled, her gaze fixed on the clock on the wall. "Mom, I have a deadline looming. I'll get back to you later."

She hung up, then noticed Jake, who was strolling over with a cup of coffee.

“Hey, Emily. Remember Camp Skylark?”

She paused, considering her reply. "Yes, I went there. Did you have to wait for ages for the campfires to get lit?"

Jake nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "They always took forever. The counselors were so bad at it."

Emily's fingers curled into fists. The clock ticked on.