You're not gonna believe this. Remember how I sang that song from Les Mis at the Saint James talent show and everyone said I was amazing?
Okay, Mom, can you just type this up in an email, because I'm gonna be late for my other job.
Turns out, a producer from the Eugene Senior Theater touring g company was there. He had tears. Anyway, one of their leads fell in the shower, and they want me to step in.
What? When is this all supposed to be happening?
I'm leaving tonight. They're already in tech.
No! Mom, my nursing exam is in less than a month and you agreed to help.
I'm 72. If I don't follow my dreams now, when will I?
Never, Mom. The whole reason we moved here is so I could study more. I already failed the exam once.
No, don't guilt me. You're not the only one with a dead husband.
Dad's not dead, you're divorced!
Oh, and I'm gonna need you to take care of Fiona. The kennel won't take her. She has crate anxiety.
You can't possibly be this selfish.
I'm sorry, honey, but the theater is calling me. [checks her phone] , literally. They need my dress size. [answers the phone] Hi there. Normally a zero, but a two if I'm bloated.
