Primo: My mom just called me.
Me: Oh no! Is something wrong? Your parents never call you! It’s not even Sunday!
Primo: Well, sort of.
Me: What do you mean?
Primo: Nobody is sick or dead, but she locked herself in the bathroom because my dad is drunk and is screaming at her.
Me: Oh man. That’s awful. But what does she expect you to do? Would it even help if you talked to your dad?
Primo: I doubt it. My dad can’t be reasoned with even when he is sober. Trying to convince him that he is not right when he is drunk would be impossible.
Me: So why did she even call you?
Primo: I guess she just wants to hear from someone who isn’t being mean to her.
Me: Your mom’s life stinks.