Called my father this afternoon to tell him I'm not eating at home tonight. He says, "We'll talk tomorrow," and he says it in a quiet, gentle tone. He sometimes gets apologetic, even wimpy on occasion, like he did then.
And that has me scared. What kind of bad news is it? First I thought they finally decided to kick me out of the house, or at the very least demand that I now pay for car insurance (I also talked to him about getting the new insurance card, which went into effect on the 1st). Then I thought that he might have, gulp, cancer. And now I thought that maybe my uncle died.
My God, I don't know what the fuck it is, but any theory I can come up with is bad, very bad. I can't stand it.
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