Grounded, and No TV

“Lauren! I’m so glad you’re OK! What happened?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

My breath caught. I watched from the corner of my eye as she strode to the table and wheeled it out of the room. “We’ll get the other three brackets installed and wired up soon. Then you’ll know what’s ‘happening’ you stupid bastard.”

The door swing shut behind her, the scraping sounds of the table fading into the distance.


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