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 “Hello, babe,” Norm would whisper in the phone.

“Fuck off Norm,” Caroline chimed.

“Our kids got it babe. Haven't you been watching the news? Norm asked.

Caroline opened her eyes and told George it was okay and to go back to sleep.

“What do you mean? I've been on vacation the past month, what's going on?” she asked.

“Dave is doing, he's really doing it,” Norm said excitedly. “He has the provincials in two weeks and he's only fucking ten years old. This is all happening so fast. The money, the publicity, I could sell the rights to a goddamn movie, Care.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Caroline asked, puzzled. “You snorting that shit still?”

“No it's not like that anymore, I'm clean, the kids got the wrist for it, just like his old dad, come back and visit, I want to see Darren too. Has he graduated yet?” Norm asked.

“I fly back tomorrow. We can meet at the bar and bring our son,” Caroline said. “Now get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow around noon. Be there and don't be a fucking asshole about it,”she slammed the phone and went back to bed, somewhere south of the border.