Tessa: Hi Mom.
Rosie: Hi sweetie, how are you? Let me call you back. Last month’s bill was guess how much?
Tessa: I don’t know.
Rosie: Fifty seven cents. I can’t send them a cheque for fifty seven cents. And you never pick up your phone so how can I ever get my bill to go higher? Anyways, those fires are so terrible.
Tessa: I know. It’s so hot here mom. It’s incredible. Dave and I are going to move into our parkade. Maybe set up some garden chairs and table.
Rosie: Hahhahaha. Well it’s beautiful here. Perfect. 25 with maybe a little bit too much rain.
Tessa: Yeah, I here you’re getting a lot of rain.
Rosie: Oh yeah, there was such a bad storm the other day it blew all my plants off the balcony. But it’s perfect.
Tessa: What’s perfect?
Rosie: The weather.
Tessa: You guys just had a hurricane. That’s not perfect.
Rosie: It was just a little windy. Achhh. The new bed your sister bought is wonderful. So comfortable and no more squeak squeak.
Tessa: It squeaked?
Rosie: Twice a night. Every time I have to go to the bathroom. Squeak squeak. The neighbours are probably thinking the old lady in 301 is making whoopee wowee two times a night. They’re probably thinking some old bastard just died. No more fun for 301. Wouldn’t that be something.
Tessa: Yeah. It sure would. Hey mom, I think Dave and I are coming home for Christmas.
Rosie: Really? That would be wonderful. I’ll believe it when I see it. Let me talk to Dave.
Tessa: He’s not here. Anyways, gotta run. I have a doctor’s appointment.
Rosie: What’s wrong?
Tessa; It’s a check up for my stomach.
Rosie: I have the same as you. Worse though.
Tessa: Anyways, squeak squeak. I have to go.
Rosie: Bye sweetie!
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