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[7:15 AM | 09.03.3225 | PHONE CALL INITIATED | K&P Telecom Company S/A | DSSP]
VOICE 2: "Hey, you’re up early. What’s going on?"
VOICE 1: "Morning. Yeah, I’m up because I have to drag the boys across the state to their dad’s place. Lucky me, right?"
VOICE 2: "Oh, no, you’re doing the handoff this weekend? I thought you had plans."
VOICE 1: "I did have plans. I was supposed to meet up with some friends for brunch, but nope, here I am, about to spend my Saturday arguing with Favo over seat belts and begging Kalene not to spill juice in the back seat."
VOICE 2: "Ouch. Can’t he come pick them up for once?"
VOICE 1: "Ha! As if. You know, he said something about being 'too busy' this weekend. Probably means sitting on the couch and watching football all day. Meanwhile, I get to play chauffeur."
VOICE 2: "You sound thrilled."
VOICE 1: "Oh, ecstatic. And, of course, Favo has already decided he doesn’t want to go. He’s been stomping around all morning, muttering about how boring his dad’s house is."
VOICE 2: "He’s a teenager. Complaining is his job."
VOICE 1: "It’s like having a tiny, angrier version of myself arguing with me constantly. And Kalene's no help either; he just sides with whoever he thinks is winning the argument."
VOICE 2: [Laughing] "Survival of the fittest. You’ll survive."
VOICE 1: "Barely. I just wish I didn’t have to do this every single time. It’s not even about the drive; it’s about the principle. Like, why am I the only one putting in the effort?"
VOICE 2: "Because you’re the mom. Moms always get stuck with the hard stuff."
VOICE 1: "Lucky me. Anyway, I guess it’s just one of those things. I’ll drop them off, put on a fake smile, and then drive five hours back to… well, to nothing. A quiet, empty house. Thrilling."
VOICE 2: "You could always use the quiet to catch up on sleep. Or, you know, binge that show I told you about."
VOICE 1: "Maybe. If I don’t fall asleep at the wheel first. [Pause] By the way, what’s up with the weather? Didn’t they say it was supposed to be sunny today?"
VOICE 2: "Yeah, clear skies, warm temps—finally! Why? What’s it like over there?"
VOICE 1: "Foggy. Or cloudy? I don’t even know. There’s this grayish haze, like the suns forgot to show up. And it’s freezing. I had to scrape frost off my windshield this morning. In March!"
VOICE 2: "Weird. Maybe it’s one of those freak weather things. Don’t let it bother you."
VOICE 1: "I’m not bothered, I’m just… annoyed, I guess. Like, can’t one thing go according to plan today?"
VOICE 2: "Hey, it’s early. You’ve got plenty of time for things to get worse."
VOICE 1: [Laughing] "Thanks for the pep talk. Anyway, I should probably get going. The boys are too quiet, which means they’re either plotting something or already fighting. Wish me luck."
VOICE 2: "Good luck. And call me when you get there, okay?"
VOICE 1: "Will do. Bye."
[7:26 AM | PHONE CALL ENDED]
