"Hello, Mr. Duke. I'm sorry we were cut off a moment ago... but I thought I should call again, because I was wondering..."
"What?" I sensed things closing down on us. This fucker was about to spring something on me. What had that crazy bitch said to him? I tried to stay calm. "We're watching the goddamn news!" I screamed. "What the fuck are you interrupting me for!"
"What do you want? Where's the goddamn ice I ordered? Where's the booze? There's a war on, man! People are being killed!"
"Killed?" He almost whispered the word.
"In Vietnam!" I yelled. "On the goddamn television!"
"Oh... yes... yes," he said. "This terrible war. When will it end?"