The message was from Addie, a friend who was also on the orchestra trip.
"Bring us napkins, hoe!" she announced.
"No," I stated.
"Please," she begged.
"Addie, this is Mr. G, Justin's dad," I continued.
"Justin, no it's not," she replied, clearly thinking that Justin was pulling her leg.
"Go ask Justin," I encouraged. "By the way, you spelled ho wrong."I didn't hear any more about the napkins.
- 24 March 2015
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