William Bouguereau the first kiss painting

William Bouguereau the first kiss paintingClaude Monet Water Lily Pond paintingClaude Monet The Water Lily Pond painting
the telephone was shrilling fiercely, forlorn as an abandoned baby and even more peremptory to be quieted. They heard it ring once and did not stir, crystallizing their senses into annoyance, defiance and acceptance of defeat. It rang again: at the same moment she exclaimed, “Jay! The children!” and he, grunting, “Lie still,” swung his feet thumping to the floor. The phone rang again. He hurried out in the dark, barefooted, tiptoe, cursing under his breath. Hard as he tried to beat it, it rang again just as he got to it. He cut it off in the middle of its cry and listened with savage satisfaction to its death rattle. Then he put the receiver to his ear.
“Yeah?” he said, forbiddingly. “Hello.”
“Is this the residence of, uh ...”
“Hello, who is it?”
“Is this the residence of Jay Follet?”
Another voice said, “That’s him, Central, let me talk to um, that’s ...” It was Ralph.
“Hello,” he said. “Ralph?”
“One moment please, your party is not connec ...”
“Hello, Jay?”