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"Your father will be concerned; you are still undergoing medication and therapy, isn't it? If you already have an appointment, she can't just disregard yours." Bob was irritated by the teenage agreement that made him feel bad.

"Look, your father phoned me, which is what I was afraid about." Hissed him and stroked his brow.

"You go home first, then send a driver for me; I'll be there once Sarah blows out her candles." Davino was adamant.

"How could I leave you here alone, you brat, what if something awful happened to you?" Bob did not want to abandon Davino.

"Nothing awful will happen, I'm just going to sit here and wait for Sarah to come home, that's all," Davino responded, returning to drown his flushed face as if only Sarah was in his brain.

"Are you going to open the refrigerator? Start the stove? Open a beverage can?" Bob verified it once more.

"Yes," Davino said quickly.

"Be cautious when walking, don't make mistakes, and don't be reckless!" Bob began leaving several messa