Tagged (2010)

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She only paced like that when she was upset, but I could tell she was trying to keep her voice calm and controlled. I listened to her as I searched the fridge for a snack.
“Yes, I have that on the sp
...ecification sheet you gave me,” she said. “No, it’s not in front of me at the moment. It’s at work. This is my home number.”
Mom sounded totally frustrated. I didn’t know who she was talking to, but I knew that tone of voice, and whoever was on the end of the line had about two minutes to hang up or get yelled at. She was balling her fist so tightly her knuckles were turning white. Not a good sign.
There was nothing decent in the fridge, so I grabbed a box of crackers from the pantry and plopped down on the family room sofa. Mom came in a few minutes later and sat down next to me.
“Who was that on the phone?” I asked, my mouth half-full of cracker.
“A very rude customer,” she replied, resting her head against the back of the sofa. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and turned her head toward me.
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