“I don’t want to go. I’m allergic.”
“Allergic to what?”
“You mean everything you don’t want to do? That’s what you’re allergic to, Jasmine.”
“Why are you so mean?”
“I’m not mean. I just wish you were interested in something.”
“OK, well, I’m allergic to stuff I’m not interested in.”
“What ARE you interested in?”
“I don’t know. All week I have to work and then on the weekend, I don’t know.”
“You don’t want to do anything. Are you allergic to your JOB?”
“Oh, Roger. Leave me alone.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Roger got up off the bed and left the bedroom. The next thing Jasmine heard was the front door slamming.
Jasmine picked up her phone and pushed the button leading to Roger’s phone. She heard it ring in the front yard, but Roger didn’t answer.