Dec 09, 2008 19:15
*SITTING ON TEO'S SOFA, TALKING ON THE TELEPHONE AND RUMMAGING THROUGH THE MAIL WHICH HAD BEEN FORWARDED TO HIS NEW ADDRESS*
YES MOM--SORRY! SORRY! EUGINA... YES, I GOT ALL THE MAIL YOU SENT. HOW MANY PHOTOS WERE IN THAT BOX ANYWAY? YOU COULD HAVE JUST MADE A SCRAPBOOK AND SENT ME THAT! *PAUSES ON A PHOTO* HEY MOM... WHO IS THE GUY WITH DARK HAIR THAT'S IN A BUNCH OF PHOTOS WITH YOU? THE GUY LOOKS FAMILIAR...
phone call,
dad,
mother,
heart attack