Just My Luck
Evalynn goes downstairs to find a note on the kitchen table.
Of course. It was too much to hope. Wasn't it? It would be nice for once if they were home for breakfast. Guess I'll grab a pop tart.
Evalynn's phone rings. It's from her best friend, Denver
Denver: Hey, Eva. Need a ride? I'm not sure I like the idea of you walking.
Evalynn: It's broad daylight.
Denver: Creepy things happen in the daylight, too.
Evalynn: Weido. I swear. You do this on purpose.
Denver: Do what on purpose?
Evalynn: Scare me into accepting rides from you.
Denver: Who me? I wouldn't do that.
Evalynn: We both know you're not innocent. ;)