(Clay picks up the phone after a waiting till the last ring, debating in his mind)
Clay:...Hello?
Mom: CLAY! Honey how are you? Have you been eating well? How's work? Have you found a nice lady yet? Are you coming home for your fathers birthday...
Clay:(Interrupting but not rudely) Mom, what did you call for?
Mom: Oh! Sorry sweetie I lost my train of thought
Clay(inner): As usual...
Mom: Remember that Hope girl you used to run around with? Back in Mulberry?
Clay:(Interested) Yes, what about her?
Mom: She's sick sweetie real sick!
Clay: ...Well what is it? Do you know what she has?
Mom: They say it's luekemia... her mother just called me.
Clay: That's...That's too bad...they're sure?
Mom: Oh I'm sorry sweetheart I am, you should visit her you know! I bet she'd like that!
Clay: Yeah, that sounds like a good idea....Listen mom I gotta go, I'm kind of in the middle of something. Goodbye.
Mom: Okay sweetie I understand how busy you are, make sure to keep eating well! And get good sleep! And...
(Clay hangs up the phone)
Clay:(Internal) She won't even notice I hung up.
(Clay goes back to laying on his bed looking at the ceiling with the radio playing My Morning Jacket-Run Thru)
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