"My momma could be heard over a rock concert if you got her riled enough." He laughed, then cupped a hand over the phone and lowered his voice.

"Don't tell 'er I said that. She'll tan my backside if you did."

Taking a drink from his beer he gave a wistful sigh.

"I know it. An' the time difference don't help none, either."

Glancing towards the bathroom, Bill shifted on his seat and cleared his throat.

"But hey, uh, I did get some help for down at the station."