Evan rarely calls me. When he does, he has a purpose. Usually he either needs food, the TV is broken, the DVD player wont play, he had something good for lunch, he got a day off of work or he is trying to know when I will be out of the house so he can do whatever he wants without me being home.
Evan: What time will you be home? 6 o'clock?
Me: No. Probably 8. Or 8:30.
Evan: Great! That's great! Be good. Be smart. <<hangs up>>
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