“Your mother just left.”
“She brought me a present.”
“That’s nice of her.”
“It’s lingerie, Andrew.”
“Say that again.”
“A see-through nightgown. In a pink bag. For you.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding.”
“Say that again.”
“I wish.”
“Why would she…”
“Because you’ve been alone for nine days. And you have needs.”
“Oh my God.”
“I told her I’m staying with my mom.”
“Good. How did she take it?”
“And you have needs.”
“She said, ‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’”
“Warn you about what?”
“No idea. It sounded like a threat.”
“She also said my mom isn’t going to make it anyway.”
“She said that? Those words?”
“Those exact words.”
‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’
“Okay. I’m calling her right now.”
“Don’t.”
“Lauren.”
“Remember the winter your dad died? She called me at midnight because she couldn’t be alone.”
