Why She Can Never Live Alone, Part 2
The message on my cell phone, from Taryn-the-16-year-old-girl:
K, Mom, I know I keep calling but it's kind of an emergency. I really, really, really need to talk to you. You see, I was cleaning, I know, surprise, Ah! Whatever. And, you see, I burnt my face on a light bulb and, uh, there's some swelling and red blotches and it really hurts. I called Laurie and she told me to put something cold on it and I already know that, it's done, I've burned myself enough to know. Anyway, I was just wondering if there was something around the house or that you could bring home from work that I could put on my face so, you know, my grad pictures on Friday aren't ruined and all your friends laugh at you because your daughter is hideous and she looks like something from a Stephen King novel or somebody who writes really ugly monster stories. So, I would really appreciate it if you would call us back, well call me back, well Liam wants to talk to you, too. That's why I said us.
Oh, hold on...... you're calling back now, gotta go...... bye.
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