“Pretty good considering the fall I took.”
“It wasn’t a fall, Debbie. Chuck beat you AGAIN.”
“He didn’t mean to. It’s just …”
“It’s just … until he kills you! And he will one day.”
Sobbing, Debbie whispered, “I know, but I don’t know what to do.”
“While you’re thinking about it, here’s a ‘Take Out’ coupon.”
“What kind of food do they have?”
“It’s not that kind of ‘Take Out.’”
“What do you mean?”
“Just call the number and tell them who you want to ‘take out.’ Remember to mention you’ve got a coupon.”