"Hello?" I called into the phone. Please, please, please be home, I thought.

Erin picked up finally. "Hey. What's up?"

I let out an audible sigh of relief. "I need moral support."

"Why? What for?"

"I am having a massive hangover."

There was silence for several seconds. Then she spoke up again, sounding slightly concerned. "I thought you didn't drink."

I laughed a little, shaking my head. "I don't. Remember that book I was reading?"


"It ended in a cliffhanger. The library doesn't have the next copy. I can't get out of bed and I feel like I'm dying."