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to the counter to crack open her eggs. Tracey came into the kitchen. The
waffles popped out of the toaster. "Who was that on the phone?" "Perry." "Did he say anything about my finals?" "Yes, T. He said you could make them up on Monday, so long as you go a little early." "We can do that, right?" "Yes, of course. I will get you there whenever you feel you need to be there Monday morning. Just let me know, all right?" "Yeah." Callie shook her head. She hated that her sister always said 'yeah'. "What are you making?" "Eggs and waffles. Want some?" "Yeah." "Here, take these." "Thanks." "Not a problem." "Are you still fuming?" "Me? Yeah. I did some meditative thinking and decided to let it go." "You're an odd kid, you know that?" "I'm not that odd." "Yes, you are. You do meditative thinking with music so loud it'll burst your eardrums." "It's never busted my eardrums." "Give it time." "I've given it almost eighteen years. How long does this busting take?" "At least two more weeks." She smiled. "Speaking of, what are you going to do for your birthday?" "I don't know for sure. I was thinking that Emil and I might go to Anchorage for a little while, and then I might go across the border and do something touristy. There's also this show I want to go to in Portland." |
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