Butte, Montana
Scott: Uncle George is dead. I can't believe it.
Beatrice: Yeah, I'm gonna miss him.
Mother: We will be leaving for Idaho, tomorrow. Hotel reservations have been made at the Clarion in Pocatello ID.
Scott: Okay.
Beatrice: Yep.
Mother: Kids, get your clothes together, so I can pack them in the suitcase.
Scott: Okay. How long are we staying in Idaho?
Mother: Just for a couple of days, Scott. We're just going for a funeral, and that's it.
Scott: Wish we can stay longer.
Mother: Scott, please! Get me your clothes, like I told you! We're leaving in the morning!
Scott: Alright. What's the weather supposed to be in Idaho?
Mother: I don't know. Just get me your clothes!
Scott: Will it be sunny, or wet?
Mother: I said, I don't know! Get me your clothes! Stop messing around!
Scott: Okay. *gets his clothes out of his drawers and gives them to his mom*
Mother: I'll also need your dress shoes.
Scott: For what?
Mother: The funeral, Scott! The funeral!
Scott: Oh, right!
Mother: Sheesh!
Beatrice: What about me?
Mother: I need your dress shoes, too.
Beatrice: Okay.
Mother: And your personal things as well.
Scott: What do you mean?
Mother: Toothbrush, comb, brush, okay? Don't play with me, Scott!
Scott: Okay, chill out, Mom!
Mother: Don't make me slap you, boy!
Scott: Alright, sorry!
Mother: I ain't got time to play with you tonight! We leave at 3 am so, get enough sleep.
Scott: Okay.
Beatrice: Okay.
This story was written on July 25th, 2019.
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