And so, after their oh so romantic lunch, Dale left Deb with her mother, and went looking for Agnes. She was in her room.
“I’m going to need you to clear this room” Dale started, as he stood in the doorway.
“Why is that?” Agnes asked, careless, her back towards Dale.
“Because I’m going to give this room to Debra” Dale explained. “It’s next to mine, so I think it’s appropriate”
“Wouldn’t it be more appropriate if she slept in your room?” Agnes scoffed.
“No, I want to give her the idea she has a choice in the matter” Dale replied.
“Alright, then” Agnes sighed,...
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