A Cold Heart to Talk to


“Hi, Mom. It’s me.”

“Angelica! Did anything happen?”

“Why do you think anything happened? I just wanted to talk to you, Mom.”

“Look, sweetheart, you only call in cases of emergency. So, is there anything?”

“No, it’s just that…”

“Listen, honey, the Osmonds are coming over any moment, and I do have to get the cake out of the oven. Would you mind to call me later?”

“No, of course not. Bye, Mom.”

“Bye, Angelica.”

So much for that. She didn’t feel any better now. She remembered her plan to take a shower and went to the bathroom.

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