one missed call

one hundred

rita slides into the kitchen with a tired glaze over her face. "hey mom, dad."

her mother nods, "rita. any news from the doctors?"

"not yet. the nurses asked us to bring anything that could've been sentimental to north so it would provide a more home atmosphere in the room."

"see what you can find in her room." her father suggests.

she nods as she opens the fridge. "hey where's kale?"

"he's out with a girl."

"girl? who?"

"some blonde, i don't know who." her dad mutters nonchalantly as he returns to reading his paper.