Two days prior, his brilliant, 45-year-old, biochemist mother returned from a scientific expedition to the Amazon where she had been researching and collecting numerous rare plant and mineral samples, hoping that one of them might lead to a breakthrough cancer treatment. This was supposed to be his summer vacation, but it was very quickly becoming something out of the Twilight Zone… Tim slumped onto the table, dejected, frustrated, and embarrassed over his current situation. “Besides, your Aunt Julia is already on her way.” Natalie took a hasty to sip of coffee before finishing her speech: Regardless, I’m not leaving you here by yourself, and that’s FINAL! If something happened to you, and there was no one around to help you, I’d never forgive myself!” “Now, I’ve GOT to get to my lab and start analyzing what’s left of that formula HOPEFULLY, I’ll be able to find a cure for you. “Tim, I’m through discussing this with you!” Natalie said frustratedly, walking towards the kitchen counter to grab a sip from her coffee mug. “Do you even realize how hard it was just to GET that formula you drank?! I practically had to call in EVERY favor I could just to get ahold of that little bottle, not to mention getting it back home I even had to extend my trip by TWO whole days! I barely even got ONE NIGHT at home with your father before he had to leave for his business trip yesterday morning! We should all just consider ourselves LUCKY you only drank a tiny bit. “Tim, I was keeping it here until I COULD take it to work with me tomorrow!” his mother replied, her hands motioning haphazardly. “Why didn’t you just keep it in your lab at work?!” “Well, WHY would you hide something like that in the FRIDGE, mom?!” Tim squeaked heatedly.
“Well, whose fault is that, Tim, huh?!” Natalie snapped, frustratedly searching yet another purse pocket, “If you hadn’t gone….snooping around the refrigerator, you wouldn’t BE in this mess now, would you?!” “Well, what ELSE am I supposed to do, mom?!” Tim squeaked.
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“Oh no,” his mother objected, shaking her head rapidly, her shoulder-length, dark, blond hair quivering back and forth, “I’m not letting you sit in front of the TV all day, young man!” “Mom, I’ll be fine,” Tim protested, “Really! Just put me on the coffee table and turn on the TV.” “I am NOT leaving you home alone! Not in your condition!” “I think I’m being MORE than reasonable, young man, ESPECIALLY considering the circumstances!” his mother, Natalie, replied sternly as she frantically rifled through her purse on the kitchen table, searching for her misplaced car keys. “Mom, come on,” Tim whined in a high-pitched, squeaky voice.
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