She tells me I already missed two days this week for filming and insists I go. She’s been incredibly supportive about the fact that I almost killed our monkey; Dad, on the other hand, is using all the discipline he has not to explode like an angry volcano. supportive blockage He places the horse Mom took out of Frank in the middle of the table. “Do you see why we asked you to keep your toys away from Frank? Do you see how something like this could cause a blockage in his digestive system?” I nod yes, but most of my energy is focused on my toy horse. Frank’s stomach acids must’ve tried to break down the plastic because the horse looks a bit worn. I want to pick it up and examine it but realize this would push Dad past his breaking point. “We’re going to have to tell the people at the monkey placement organization about this. They might decide we’re not a good foster family and ask us to return Frank.” Dad didn’t need to tell me this. Losing Frank is all I’ve thought about since this happened.
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