Nick could see the strap of the purse hanging over the edge of the couch. His friends were in there.
"Hey! Down here!"
They couldn't hear Nick over Mom's phone conversation. Mom was getting loud.
Mom slammed the handset down. It fell off the hook and hung by it's curly cord.
"Ouch. Damn it, that hurts."
Mom didn't hear, she was heading for the bedroom, crying.
"You alright?"
"Yea, nothing broken."
"How much you worth?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm worth five."
"You want me to relay a message for you?"
"What?"
"That's what I do. I convey words."
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