Dad How’s your head?
Reggie What do you mean?
Dad You know – your depression?
Reggie It’s OK – I get down some days but just got to pull through haven’t I? Are you and Mum OK?
Dad I got your letter.
Reggie And? Look I wrote them things down ‘cause I find it hard to talk about. Sorry…
Dad No – that’s fine Reg – I really appreciated what you said. I showed it to you mum as well. It made her cry. I know we don’t say it very much but we do love you you know?
Reggie I know. I just feel bad.
Dad There is one thing though. In the paper it said when you caused the accident that you were on the phone.
Reggie (Pause) I was talking to you. You’d called me about something – can’t remember what it was now. As soon as I got off the phone, it slipped out of my hands – I took my eyes off the road and next thing I know there’s this cyclist…
(The phone beeps)
Dad Shit… Now I feel like it’s partly my fault.
Reggie No Dad – it wasn’t. Hang on – oh shit – we’re out of time, and I’m out of credit – Fuck it.