Marvel and Charlotte continued their conversation as Harold sunk into his recliner and automatically dozing off, exhaustion finally catching up with him.
"Yeah girl, Harold's ass went to donate blood and he came back in here looking like he just rescued someone from a tornado in a desert dragging his feet and jacket," Marvel said, lowering her voice. "And I'm like, how much blood did you give?"
"What?!" Charlotte exclaimed. "So what do you think he was doing?"
Before Marvel could answer, Harold's house phone started ringing. Marvel looked at her snoring husband, who didn't move.
"Hold on, Charlotte," Marvel said, racing to the kitchen to answer the phone.
"Hello?" Marvel said.
"Yes, may I speak with Mr. Harold, please?" a professional female voice asked.
"He's asleep. This is his wife speaking. And you are?"
"Yes, this is Carla from Shoot Them Here Sperm Bank."
Marvel nearly dropped the phone. "Pardon me, wait what did you just say? Sperm bank?"
"Mr. Harold visited our facility today, and the doctor says his fish are swimming upstream. Thank you, have a nice day."
Marvel stood frozen as the line went dead. She slowly hung up Harold's phone and returned to her cell.
"Hello? Charlotte, you there?"
"Yes," Charlotte replied.
Marvel's voice was deadly calm. "This fool Harold done went to the sperm bank."