001; voicemail
[Voicemail received at the LeBeau household in New Orleans in the hour just after midnight. May 21st, 2009.]
His voice is tremulous and frantic when the answering machine picks up, scratchy with distance and electrical interference. "Hallo.. Papa? Tante? 'lo?" Remy's muffled whisper is momentarily drowned out by a fumbling of the telephone, but even in his patois a few curses are still distinct. When he comes back on, Remy's voice is barely heard but thick with emotion as he continues. "Got m'self 'nto some trouble, me, but dey ain't made a cage yet dat can keep yo' wayward child locked up fo' good.. Papa, dey.." There is a pause and a hitch in his voice, something stifled as if he changes his mind mid-word, before murmuring, "No bombs dere, non? Keep yo'selves safe 'nyway, I miss ya'll. Gonna see y' soon." The dial tone hums as the phone is cut off.
His voice is tremulous and frantic when the answering machine picks up, scratchy with distance and electrical interference. "Hallo.. Papa? Tante? 'lo?" Remy's muffled whisper is momentarily drowned out by a fumbling of the telephone, but even in his patois a few curses are still distinct. When he comes back on, Remy's voice is barely heard but thick with emotion as he continues. "Got m'self 'nto some trouble, me, but dey ain't made a cage yet dat can keep yo' wayward child locked up fo' good.. Papa, dey.." There is a pause and a hitch in his voice, something stifled as if he changes his mind mid-word, before murmuring, "No bombs dere, non? Keep yo'selves safe 'nyway, I miss ya'll. Gonna see y' soon." The dial tone hums as the phone is cut off.