"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."