”You’re way too young to be doing this, Gracie!” ”I’m old enough for you to talk to me like an adult, Oakley!” I stop dead in my tracks as the familiar female voice screams back at him, probably unknown to the fact that the call is on speakerphone. ”You want me to talk to you like an adult? That’s rich considering you still act like you’re sixteen! What would Mom think?” ”Don’t bring up Mom right now. And stop trying to micromanage me! You’re not my dad.”
