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my band. We are in Europe at the moment, just doing some interviews and an acoustic set tomorrow night before the main concert in Germany.” He answered casually.
    If they hadn’t been frozen to the floor, they may have dropped the phone. It didn’t make sense. Nate Bowman had called their mother at 7.20am on a Tuesday, for no apparent reason. Now, they were talking to him via speaker phone. They grabbed each other’s hand, and then the unthinkable happened. They began to scream like wailing Banshees.
    Carnegie looked up from the feet she had just corrected and ran over, removing the phone from their hands. They continued to scream, with a stream of tears in their eyes.
    “I’m so sorry, my girls just went insane.” She said to Nate, so apologetically.
    “It’s OK. It happens all the time, I’m used to it.” He replied. He had changed the phone to the other ear, since the other one had a ringing in it, which may or may not go away in the next hour.
    “Well, it’s your call Nate, is there something you wanted?”
    “No, just thought I would touch base, and tell you again how much I enjoyed your story.” There was silence for a moment.
    “I’m so pleased someone likes it.” Was about all Carnegie could think to say, she looked over her shoulder at her oldest two, who were in recovery from what looked like a nuclear holocaust.
    “I take it that, my daughters know who you are, even if I don’t.”
    “Appears so, how about I call you another time, maybe a different time to this. It seems that you have priorities in the morning.” Nate could hear that he had disrupted the flow of her gauntlet.
    “Yeah, that’s a good idea, well thanks for the call. Have a great day.”
    “Oh... it’s night here. Well, late afternoon anyway.” It was just something he said to hold the conversation together, before it ended badly.
    “Oh, of course... Sorry about that. Well have a great night, and thanks for the call. Bye Nate.” She said casually.
    “Bye Carnegie, and thanks, for the chat.” He hung up, pleased he had called, yet a little nervous that it hadn’t been the right thing to do. Time would tell.
    Carnegie Lane turned to her daughters, still not recognizing the magnitude of what that call had done to them.
    “Come on you two, you have a bus to catch.” She said, trying to restore order.
    “MUM! That was NATE BOWMAN! Like… how do you know him?” Sobian asked, still shaking.
    “I don’t, it’s a long story, now get your shoes on.”
    “MUM!!! Do you know who he is?” Olivia was continuing the interrogation that would not end until they had answers.
    “He’s in a band, some band, and I sent something off to his sister a while ago, and now we email.”
    “You email him? What could you have possibly sent to his sister in the first place, that lead to Nate Bowman calling for a chat? What’s going on?” Both of them had their hands on their hips waiting for an answer. For a moment, it looked like they were the parents, and she was the child, busted for escaping the window in her room late at night.
    “It’s a long story, I wrote a book, well it’s not a book yet, but I hope it will be. I sent it to Katalie Bowman in London, she’s an agent, and somehow, he read it. He emailed me a few times and told me what he thought of it. That’s all. It’s nothing; now get your shoes on.” They grinned from ear to ear looking at each other.
    “You wrote a book? Are we in it?” They asked, determined not to move until the revelations of this morning were well and truly on the table.
    “No, it’s fantasy fiction, and you will be fantasy fiction if you don’t hurry up.” She started to mobilize them, which worked to a certain degree.
    “Do you know what Nate Bowman looks like?” They questioned, knowing it may come as a shock for her to recognize who it was she was talking to, since it was clear, she had no idea.
    “Nope, wouldn’t know him if I fell over him in the street.” Carnegie Lane replied