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Callie put two eggs into the boiling water. She started the egg timer and poured some salt onto a plate. The phone rang. "Yes?" "Why do you answer the phone like that?" "Hello, Parish." "I hear you're snowed in up there." "Yes, we are. It's coming down like a cold monsoon." "It's not snowing here yet, but I assume it will be soon." "I'm sure it will be." "What are you up to this morning?" "Making eggs, and I have some waffles in the toaster. You?" "What else would I be doing? I'm at work." "Oh, right, work. You're always at work, aren't you?" "No. I go home from time to time. Catch a nap. Shave." "So diligent." She smiled. "What ever will you do when school's out?" "I don't know. Maybe, enjoy my life." "That'll be a first. You've been miserable since we were kids, Perry." "I was thinking of going to Hawaii this summer, for a few weeks at least. Want to come?" "And let Tracey fend for herself her last summer in this hellhole? No." "She's a big girl. She can take care of herself." "She's clueless, and you know it. The girl wouldn't be able to take of herself if I left instructions on how to do so." "Ah, well. I guess I'll just have to go alone then." "I suppose so." "That's it. I'm calling off the trip." They both laughed. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" "Oh, yeah, actually I was looking for Tracey. Is she still around?" "She's upstairs sulking. Can I relay a message?" "Yea, I guess. Would you let her know that she can make up her finals on Monday, as long as she comes in a little earlier, so her other finals don't get skewed?" "Yes, of course, I will tell her." She twirled the eggs in the pot.
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