“Rita, call Dad.” He finally answers on the third ring. “Yeah?” he asks absently, noise in the background. “Charles, this is your first-born. I have a code red emergency here.” “Riley? What’s wrong?” “There’s a woman in my apartment. She looked sweet at first, but it was probably just the plate of cookies. Rob didn’t know any better and let her in.” “Riley, I’m watching the game,” he grumbles. “How wonderful for you! Let me guess, it’s peaceful, relaxing, maybe even entertaining. Hm, I’ll bet it has something to do with the fact that your incredibly-giving-to-an-obnoxious-fault wife isn’t
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