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No! Darrin tried to cling to sleep. Ignore it. Cover head with pillow. Now he heard a muffled ringing, damn it. He was going to change the tune on that thing. He was so tired of hearing those irritating, high-pitched tones. He reached over to the table by the bed and cursed again when he knocked the phone onto the floor. Okay! Throw the pillow, scooch over and stretch for the damn thing.
"Gotcha." He dragged the still singing phone up and put it to his ear. Nothing. Oh yeah, open it.
"'Lo?" he managed, sounding as rumbly as he felt after the three hours sleep he'd gotten.
"Dare? You up?" Well, duh.
"No, Sis. Why are you calling me at the crack of dawn?"
"Dare, it's eight-thirty. The crack was a couple of hours ago."
"Okay. Well, since I got to bed at about five-thirty, that means it's the crack for me. So what's so important you had to call me this early?"
"You're not going to like it."
"I already don't like it. Tell me now before I wake up."
He knew he was going to hate what was coming. He knew it was close to their mom's birthday and that Melanie was going to ask him to do something, something with his mom. Not a good combination, he and his mom.