I sat on the couch and heard my mother calling someone. Something about an appointment that she couldn’t move.
“Really can’t,” she said. “My son has something at school, something important.”
After which I shouted in surprise from the room: “What then?”
Even silence. Then I heard her say, “No idea, but I do come up with something.”
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