She calls frantic.
“I’m in the mall” she states. “You have a minute?” she asks out of breath above the noise behind her.
“Okay.”
“We’ve been shopping for two hours and haven’t found a thing that looks nice.”
I understand.
“And my daughter found a shirt that has a splash of bright red in it.”
Pause for breath.
“Finally the one thing we find has to have a red splash?”
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