I vaguely remember the phone ringing this morning.
Ricky: "Hi, Dad! Is it late there?"
Dad: "No. It's only 7:45."
Mom, mumbling from her cocoon of blankets: "It's 1:45."
Dad to Ricky: "Hang up and go to sleep."
The phone rings at 8:30 this morning.
Ricky: "I woke up to a bed full of ice. Got to go now."
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