"How could you stand being in that small bus with her for two days? She would have driven me crazy." Said her father.
"It isn't a bus, Dad. It's a coach."
"It's a bus. Pretty fancy, but still a bus."
"Ignore him, Trey."
"How are you?"
"Fine... except for a broken arm and some stitches."
"Well...uh...I better go. Just thought I should check in on you. Take care of yourself."
"Thanks for stopping by."
"Oh, Trey." Said her father, "Thank you for calling my parents and us."
"You're most welcome. Good bye."
I went home and debated with myself about calling my mother. It was a short debate. The negative side won because I didn't see an affirmative side.
And so it went for about three weeks. My mother and Judy tried repeatedly to call and I ignored them. Even my step-father called. I t
