Thursday, January 4th, 3:00pm
Drommen and Francine
Francine: Why are you so pissed off at me?
Drommen:(stares at her silently for a moment) I’m picking you up from the hospital and you’re insisting on going back to that hovel you live in. That’s why. Did I not say I’d take care of you?
Francine: I don’t want to be a burden.
Drommen: People you love are never a burden.
Francine: Fine. I’ll move in with you. Is that what you want?
Andrea: So yeah, like, I met this guy on New Year’s Eve. Right here on the bus. And he was, like, oh my God, so HOT!!
Lacey: No way!
Andrea: Oh, like, SO way! So we get off the bus, right? And immediately we start making out. Look (pulls at scarf) you can see where he gave me a hickey.
Lacey: Oh my God, that’s not just, like, one hickey.
Andrea: Right? He just about went to town on my neck and I’m, like, enough with the neck thing, okay? So he starts, like, doing other stuff but he never leaves off my neck, right?
Lacey: Uh huh.
Andrea: And so the next thing I know, we’re, like, getting into this big fight but then my alarm goes off and it’s, like, Oh my God! It’s midnight! Right? So he grabs me and, like, kisses me …
Lacey: On the neck?
Andrea: Whatever. And then he, like, drags me off into the park, and the next thing I know I’m waking up on a bench with all these blankets on me and it’s, like, yesterday morning already.
Lacey: What the…
Andrea: I know, right? And get this: I was covered in sparkles. I can’t even wash some of them off. Look. (pulls down scarf on the other side) So I’m hoping I’ll see him again and ask him, like, what the fuck happened?
Yvonne: Of course. It’s not every day I get to tell my parents I’m pregnant over turkey dinner.
Quinn: Well, we were going to have to tell them eventually.
Yvonne:(stares at him) Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be telling my mother she’s going to be a grandmother? She’ll probably drop dead in the stuffing.
Quinn: She’s really that obsessed about getting old?
Yvonne: You’ve met my mother, right?
Quinn: Yeah. Do you want me to tell your dad and then he can tell her after we’ve left?
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