A Knockoff

After the first traffic light, my cell phone rang again. The caller was Carroll. I picked up the phone and said, "Hi, Mr. Carroll, the number you dialed is not in the service area." Carroll chuckled. "Shall I hang up?" "Don't, don't, don't." I quickly gave up the joke. "The number you dialed is always in the service area." "Mischievous." Carroll's soft voice made me feel good. "Alas, I can't be mischievous in half an hour. I will be at the Smith's place in half an hour." I sighed helplessly. I had a lot to complain, such as, the autocracy of the Smith family. When my father, the patriarch of the Smith family, wanted a family gathering, I had to go there. Such as... The hostility from my sister in name. And that stepmother... I could tell that something bad would happen at this coming gathering. Before my complaint began, a cold voice came from the other side of the phone. "Wait for me at the door of the Smith's place. I will go there with you." "Really? Really?" I instantly perked up.