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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 178 of 307 She hung up. My eyes had only been closed for a few minutes and I was relaxing to the gentle sloshing of the bath water when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Were you just rude to your mom on the phone? She's crying." It was Kayla, President of the Drama, Drama, Drama department. "No, I wasn't." Why are you calling me. I hate you. I didn't say it but I surely thought it. "She said you hung up on her." "She hung up on me." "She said you made her hang up on you." "You know what? I'm not really even related to you. I only take my guilt trips from blood relatives." "I have every right to tell you what I think of the way you are treating your mother." "And I suppose that I should warn you that I am talking to you from the bath tub. Guess what I have in my hand?" She hung up. "The phone! The phone dummy. I have my phone in my hand." The phone rang again. This time I looked at the readout. Kayla. Nice. I could let it go to voice mail but since Rome was already burning I might as well sprinkle some gas on the ground. "Yes?" |