“Mom?”
“John! Where are you?”
“I’m at a friend’s house. Mom, Cassie’s really sick…”
“What friend? Where are you?”
“Howard’s mom’s house. Mom, Cassie’s been throwing up, she’s pretty pale.”
“John…”
“What should I do?”
“John listen very carefully: did anyone bite Cassie?”
“What? How’d you know that? There was a guy at this… all right, we went to a party, okay? And there was this guy in the yard as we were leaving…”
“John, you have to leave there.”
“What?”
“Leave there! Come home right now.”
“What? No. I have to take her home at least…” *click*
“John? John!?”
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