"I told her today. She didn't take it well."
"How did she take it?"
"Not well."
"What did she say?"
"What does it matter?"
"She said that?"
"No, I did."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"That's okay. It's been a long day."
"What did she say?"
"She told me to get out. She pushed me right out the doorway. She was so angry."
"Well, you can't blame her, dear. You knew she would be angry."
"But, she was angry at me."
"I'm sorry. Give her time. She'll get over it. There's not much time left to be angry. She'll realize that soon enough."
"You're right."
"It's the last night, and she still hasn't said one word to me since I told her."
"She's just scared. Has she talked to you about it?"
"I told you, no."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Have you tried to talk to her?"
"She won't return any of my calls."
"Maybe I should try."
"She wouldn't listen to you."
"Why not? I'm her mother, aren't I?"
"Yes, but she never listens to you. No one does."
"Oh, you don't mean that."
"I didn't mean that. I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize."
"I'm just worried about her. She's never gone this long without speaking to me."
"Oh, she's just scared."
"Scared of what?"
"She doesn't want the world to end like the rest of us do."
"That's nonsense. Why wouldn't she want the world to end?"
"She likes her life, dear."
"Oh."
