Page 87 of Last Call

“Just think about it,” Dave said.

Billie nodded. “Do you want to grab a couple of beers and sit outside with your mom and Fallon? We can celebrate your new adventure.”

“Sure. Billie?”

“Yeah?” Billie asked, grabbing a couple of beers. “Just think about it, okay?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Do you think Billie will agree?” Fallon asked Andi.

“To be your resident photographer?”

“Well?”

“It might require some prodding,” Andi replied.

Fallon shifted when her phone buzzed. “Sorry,” she said. “Mom?”

“Fallon.”

“What’s going on?” Fallon asked.

“Are you still with Dave?”

“I’m at Andi’s, why?”

“Is she there?”

“Andi? Yeah. Mom, what is going on?”

“Could I speak to her?”

“Mom?”

“Fallon, please. Let me speak to Andi.”

Andi looked at Fallon, puzzled and worried by the tone in Fallon’s voice.

“Mom wants to talk to you,” Fallon said, handing Andi her phone.

“Ida?”

“I hoped Fallon might be with you by now. I tried to call, but…”

“I must’ve left my phone upstairs. What’s going on?” Andi asked.

“Dick called me. Dora is at UVMC.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. I told him I’d make my way there as soon as Pete picked up Owen. Pete just left.”

“Just wait for me. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Andi, you don’t need…”

“Ida, don’t argue with me about this. I’ll pick you up in ten minutes.”

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