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Show Inside Out, 87 "Well, he gets a lot of colds," I said. "In fact, he usually gets a really bad one this time of year. It's probably just that." "What does he like? Chicken soup? Sherbet? What can I do for him?" "Oh, yeah, the soup is good. And grape juice. And he likes to watch videos for a couple of days. And then he's fine." "Could you stay here while I go to the store for celery?" she asked. "I can't make soup without celery." I laughed. "I think the Campbell's is fine," I said. "No, no. It has to be homemade chicken soup. That's what my mom made for me." "Whatever," I said. While she was gone, I went to check on him. He was happily playing with his Gameboy and seemed basically fine. When I finally got to the library, Joseph IM'd me almost the second I got my computer booted up. J: Hey! Long time, no see! Me: Ifs not like I didn't try. J: I know. I saw you here. Too bad about the internet J: but it gave me a chance to write you an e-mail. J: Have you read it? Me: No, since I couldn't GET it until I got here. I opened my e-mail. There it was. To: Andli <Charcoatehic@vahoo.com> From: Joseph <desertsageJoseph@yahoo.com> |
