Which she hates.
You go over to help her do . . . what? From the phone call it sounded like there were many minor emergencies going on all at once, i.e., the usual, and it's up to you to fix them all. Now. When you get there, all she wants to do is talk and show you pictures of when you were a child. You gotta love the misdirection. Or you'll blow your brains out.
It's a cold, rainy night. Pamella takes you out to dinner; you eat at the bar (you can't believe you're actually eating again. Oh, how soon you forget).
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