Pickup

Friday, 20:14

Anders: Just reminding you it's my weekend. I picked him up at ten to five.

Ingrid: What do you mean you picked him up? I picked him up at five.

Anders: Ingrid, don't start.

Ingrid: He's having dinner in the kitchen right now.

Anders: He's been asleep in his room since eight. He passed out in the car.

Ingrid: This isn't funny at all.

Anders: It's not.

Ingrid: Send me a photo. Now.

Anders: image1.jpg

Ingrid: image2.jpg

Anders: I put that T-shirt on him this morning.

Ingrid: And I washed it on Tuesday. So what?

Anders: Ingrid, look at his right hand in your photo.

Ingrid: The plaster from Thursday.

Anders: Same in mine.

Ingrid: I called Lorena, the one on the door.

Ingrid: She says a man picked him up today at ten to five.

Anders: That was me.

Ingrid: And that at five a woman picked him up.

Ingrid: We both signed the sign-out sheet, Anders. Both of us.

Anders: I'm on my way over.

Ingrid: Don't come.

Ingrid: Wait.

Ingrid: Mine just asked me why Daddy's at the door.