Been a little busy with— Sugar balls, Nicky! Too busy to return a call? I’m not a kid anymore, Mom. I have a life. Oh, you have a life, do you? Yep. Does your so-called life involve that little hot mama from dance class? Huh? Oh, really, you’re going to play clueless. No, she’s just a friend. What’s her name? April. That’s pretty. Aren’t you too young to have a girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend. Plus, I’m almost thirteen. You’re still my Little Nicky. Whatever, Mom. Let’s finish playing. Yeah, you can use the practice. I’m good, actually. I scored two goals in my last game. You’d know that if you were here. I heard that. . . . Are you giving your father a hard time? He’s a jerk. Be careful—he’s your father. And since when is making you do your chores being a jerk? So you two are talking again? Nicky, he’s doing what he thinks is best for you. Making me read the dictionary is best for him, not me. Your father loves you and he’s— Blah blah blah.
