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"Yes, I know, but what's this have to do with me now?" Jack implored.

"Well, you see, her aunt's just died. Suicide, we think. Anyway, now that she's dead, um, Evi doesn't have anyone to live with. So since you've most likely graduated from highschool by now, we thought..." Steve Bobs trailed off.

"That I'd take her in," Jack said at length.

"Exactly!"

"..."

Today's:

"So when can someone drop her off?" asked Steve.

"Never," was Jack's rather curt reply.

"You can't honestly mean that! She's your little sister!" Steve was honestly shocked by this.

"Younger half-sister."

"Yeah, but she's still family!"

"That never stopped me from hating my parents."

"But! But still! She's got no one but you right now!" Jack thought this over for a bit. He sighed.

"She better be ******** adorable," he finally said. He always hated it when people played with his heartstrings.

"YEAH! WOO! That's the spirit!" shouted Steve. "So when should someone come drop her off?"

"Around six." He gave his address. "She better not be a brat either."

"Ahahaha! I don't think she'll be a brat. But, then again, I haven't actually met her yet. I'm just a phone-monkey!"

Jack hung up. "Phone-monkey?" he thought. Back at his most recent job, where he had conducted surveys with "valued custumers" over the quality of their frozen fishsticks, they had never been called phone-monkeys. Then again, he had only been able to keep the job for one day. He got fired after everyone he surveyed had actually called back to complain about him being "surly and unpleasant" and his "lack of common courtesy."

"Ah well," he had said right after his boss sacked him, "I hated that job anyway. It made me feel like a total hypocrite."

And it was true. He had only taken the job to pay the bills. Jack was never the type to be steadily employed. He only worked when he needed the money. What he really wanted was to be a rock musician. Unfortunately, that just doesn't seem to be his destiny. Though he was in a band, he couldn't remember the last time they had had a gig. In fact, he didn't think that they had ever had a gig.

He sighed again. It was 12:30. He had five and half hours to ready himself.

To be continued... when I have more time to write.