Walking to the store, on the phone...

Kat: Hey. So, I might have done something...bad.
Liz: Like what?
Kat: I might have given our mother to understand that I was going to vote for Barack Obama...
Liz: [pause.] Oh...
Kat: Yeah...
Liz: What'd she do? Did she get angry and hang up?
Kat: No, not really...but she was upset. She said that things would be terrible and that we'd all have to be socialist. I see why she'd be sad...but...
Liz: It's okay...
Kat: I just don't want her...them...to get upset at me like they did before and start...I don't know. Saying things like they did when...
Liz: What are you talking about?
Kat: Like when we were having hard times my senior year in high school and that one time mom told me she was worried that I was so caught up in my own head that I didn't have a soul...
Liz: She said that?
Kat: Yeah...

[A pause. And then we talk for a few more minutes.]

Liz: Okay, well, I should go-- I'm at work.
Kat: Yeah, totally.
Liz: Kath?
Kat: Mmhm?
Liz: You could have a piece of mine, if you needed it.
Kat: A piece of what?
Liz: My soul. You could have a piece of my soul, if you needed it.






You can't make this stuff up...



I cried all the way to the store...