Room 409
Broots had been reading when his phone went off. He blinked at it for a minute before realizing that it might be a good idea to actually pick it up.
"Hello?"
"I've been good. Taking finals, doing papers. How are things back home?"
"Oh, really?"
"What's she going to do with it?"
"..."
"Mom, please don't joke like that."
"Really?"
"Hunh, that's cool."
"This summer? I don't know yet. There's a kind of 'summer camp' thingy here at school for us if we wnat."
"I see."
"Uh huh. Yeah."
"I don't know Mom, really, can I get like, a day to think about it?"
"Okay, I'll talk to you later."
"Love you too."
Broots hung up the phone and stared at a wall.
"Hello?"
"I've been good. Taking finals, doing papers. How are things back home?"
"Oh, really?"
"What's she going to do with it?"
"..."
"Mom, please don't joke like that."
"Really?"
"Hunh, that's cool."
"This summer? I don't know yet. There's a kind of 'summer camp' thingy here at school for us if we wnat."
"I see."
"Uh huh. Yeah."
"I don't know Mom, really, can I get like, a day to think about it?"
"Okay, I'll talk to you later."
"Love you too."
Broots hung up the phone and stared at a wall.