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Hello, this is Montague Restaurant, how can I help you?

Klair? Thank god.

Vicky, you haven't called here for a while.

I know. Listen, my mother has just locked herself in her bathroom. She is screaming about my father, telling him he has to pay for my education.

Oh...

Help me, please. I don't know what to tell her to talk her down.

Oh, um, not sure. Doesn't your father already pay for your education.

Exactly, I've tried telling her that. But then she just starts crying and saying he lied to me.

Yikes.

I know. Please, I need some sort of insight into a drunken mind.

So you called me at work?

... Not the best plan, I'll admit. The only plan I had under the circumstances. Unless I plan to phone my father.

That might be your only choice.

... Shit. I don't know if I can do this.

Vicky?

I'm not an adult, I can't raise my mother. Take care of her like she's my child.

Vicky, are you crying?

No. Maybe. Shit.

Oh my god, call your father.

I can't, he won't come anyways. He never does.

Shoot. Give me his number.

What?

I'll call him, or I'll ask your grandfather to, he's a nice old man.

No, he has his own problems. Plus him and mom aren't on good terms anymore.

Give me his number Vicky.

He'll get mad at me.

Give me his number.

Fine, I sent it.

Alright, now just hold on.

I will.