Chapter 3: Chapter 3

“Do I need to go sit on the toilet to get you to leave me alone until I go back on?” Joe complained.

“He asked me to give you his name.”

“I have one, thank you.”

“He said he’s Fess Kedley. The Davy Crockett guy you met tonight.”

Joe sat up. Too quickly as it turned out because the wheels on the chair slipped off the mat and tilted the entire chair sideways to drop him onto the floor. When he popped his head back up, Carlos had gone on his tiptoes to peer down at him, a concerned frown on his face.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Fess had called the show? It had to be him, even though Carlos had messed up the name. Why would Fess do that? If he listened half as much as he claimed to, he would know Joe didn’t take requests or banter with listeners. He didn’t care about the former and the idea of the latter gave him hives. “How long has he been waiting?”

“Just since you signed off. He called as soon as the break music cued up.”