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Want? I was starving, and I made a face at her
when she picked up the
phone and ordered toast and tea from room service. Bah.
"Doc Verger said to take it slow with the food, or we'd need a staff on
permanent cleaning duty here."
Well, he was the doctor, so he'd know better, I suppose.
"Where's my stuff?" I asked while waiting for room service to come up.
"I had a backpack with me."
Carly nodded and rose from the bed, walking over to a closet and opening
the door. All my clothes, what few I'd been allowed to take with me,
had been unpacked and hung up. On the floor lay my backpack.
"Thanks."
"Sure thing, kiddo. Now, there's one thing I have to ask, because my
boss has been riding my butt about it. This matter about us not calling
your parents? I'm guessing that something happened, or you wouldn't
have asked us not to call."
I nodded slowly.
"Care to tell me what happened?"
I sighed.
"They kicked me out of the house."
"I see. Now why would they do a thing like that, hmm? You're only
nineteen...with no job to support yourself. That's a bit cold, isn't
it?"
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