“Yes,” Abigail said.

“Can I talk to Mom?”

“No.”

“Is it Mom?”

“I don’t know,” Abigail said.

“What does that mean, you don’t know; it sounds like you’re not telling.”

“I really don’t know,” Abigail said. “You know how Mom always puts herself in the middle of things.” Abigail paused. “And bring good clothes.”

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