.. if your phone is working?" she added as she remembered her phone call with Leila earlier that morning."Yes, do that; and of course its..." he took ...is phone out of his pocket and then swore softly. "I forgot to charge it!"Iris could not stop the little chuckle as she dug into her bag."Here this is my spare charger, it should be compatible with your phone."He gave a frustrated little sigh as he turned to the plug socket behind the kettle, and Iris moved back to the living room, and stood in. She had just set the phone down when it pinged again. This time it was from Sunni, apologising for her recent behaviour and asking if they could go out for a drink or dinner soon. She knew her housemate was under a lot of pressure between working, rehearsing for a play and the threat of her estranged father arriving soon. She felt bad that she didn't try harder to sort things out sooner, she hadn't seen much of her since they had kissed while drunk. She responded that she would love to go for a. ”“Now,” said Dad, “does anyone have anything they want to share with us?”He looked at Dan again. Dan always gets to go first because he’s the oldest. “Last night was the last game of the season. That means it might be the last game of college football for me. I say might be, because I’m applying to go to State for two years to finish off my degree – they have a scholarship for their engineering course that I have a chance at getting. If I get in, I’ll try for a walk-on place in their football. I might as well be a fuckin’ first grader.You have probably already figured out what my favorite fuckin’ word is this year. I hope it doesn’t fuckin’ offend you, but if it does, then just too... fuckin’ ... bad.My being small is not a medical thing. I am not a dwarf or a midget, though my school nickname of choice (not my choice) has become ‘Midge’. Mom has asked Dr. Wombaugh, my pediatrician about it, and I am just, in the doctor’s words, “a late bloomer.” As I’ve said, life sucks.Maisie, on.