CELL PHONE NOISE “Haberman here.” “Maggie, ya muff-eating cooze! It’s yer boy, Big Steve.” “Hey, Bannon. Don’t you usually call me at three in the morning?” “It’s always three in the morning for me, milk-ass.” “Don’t call me that.” “Why not? It’s true. LACTOSE IN THE LATTER REGION!” “Jesus. How high are you?” “I had … Continue reading A Surprisingly Non-Late-Night Call To Maggie Haberman