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Where the hell are you?

Where

the

hell is my son?

Bailey, what the hell are you doing?

Oh my god, Mr. Wood.

You're not supposed to be home yet.

Why aren't you answering the phone?

I'm sorry. I put it on vibrate so it wouldn't wake him up.

That brings me to my next question.

Where's my son?

Your mom picked him up.

My mom? How do you know it was my mom?

What if it was just some random old lady that came by the house?

No, I've met your mom before. Remember?

I met her at the picnic.

Oh yeah, right.

I'm sorry.

Why are you still here?

I'm sorry. It was such a nice day out. I thought I could just get some pool

time. This is not a resort.

I'm not paying you to lay by the pool.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wood. I only have a few weeks before school starts again.

And I just thought... This is unacceptable, Bailey.

I don't know what I'm going to do with you. You got me in such a panic. I

in sick to the office to get back here.

Well, in that case, it looks like we have the day off.

The baby is with your grandmother, so it looks like we have the house to

ourselves.

Are you crazy?

Oh, don't tell me you haven't thought about it.

You just told me you didn't know what to do with me.

I have a few suggestions.

What are you doing?

Come on.

It's okay.

Let's go inside. I don't want the neighbors to think I'm a babysitter.

Nice babysitter asshole.

Yes

Yeah, spit all over it. Yes, like that.

Yes.

Thank you, sir.

What a pretty space.