Hang Up [Unedited]

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13 August, 2014. 3:30pm.

Jewel: Andrew please be you.

Mrs. Jones: All too sadly it's not. I was calling to ask you something. The last time you talked to my son what happened?

Jewel: The last time I talked to him, well we butted heads a little.

Mrs. Jones: What do you mean by butted heads a little, you got into an argument?

Jewel: It wasn't an argument, I was just pushing him too much. He didn't want to talk but I wouldn't listen.

Mrs. Jones: That's where you went wrong. Andie doesn't know how to express his emotions very well. What was it that you two were talking about anyway?

Jewel: About your trips to the city.

Mrs. Jones: He told you about those, what did he tell you?

Jewel: ...Just that he doesn't like going. Well he hates going.

Mrs. Jones: That's it, that's all he told you? Nothing else, not where we were going or anything?

Jewel: Noo, the only thing he told me about where you were in the city is that you like to go shopping. Or that the girls have like appointments and Eric has like honors and things like that.

Mrs. Jones: He told you about his siblings?

Jewel: Yea, Eric, Sophie, Chloe, and the other one. He never told me her name.

Mrs. Jones: Amanda, she's Andrew's twin.

Jewel: But he told me he was the oldest?

Mrs. Jones: He is the oldest, they're two minutes apart.

Jewel: This is a minor subject change, but do you think I could visit Andrew in the hospital?

Mrs. Jones: Not today but tomorrow. I think he'd like that very much. He thinks you're upset with him you know. Andrew is a sensitive boy, be easy on him.

Jewel: I will. It was nice talking to you Mrs. Jones. I do have to go now before my boss thinks I'm working extra hours.

Mrs. Jones: You work?

Jewel: I'm an editor.

Mrs. Jones: How interesting, how old are you again?

Jewel: Nineteen. I'm not getting paid for this, it's just an internship. And here comes my boss, goodbye Mrs. Jones.

Mrs. Jones: Bye dear.

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