Ok...really really random. But I went downstairs for no reason in particular and Noah is smiling at me very strangely from his chair and I ask "What?"
"Oh, we just got a call from an inmate of the Georgia Mental Health Penitentiary."
"What?!"
"Yep."
"What?!"
"Just got a call."
"Who was it?"
"No idea."
Yeah.
"I hung up."
"I figured. You shouldn't have!!! I want to know who it was! You could've wasted their phone call!"
"Then they should've called a lawyer not some random stranger's house!" butts in Mom.
"Ugh," I say.
"Haha," says Noah.
"Well, did you hear his name?"
"Yeah...Billy Bob or something..."
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