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phoning home [RP for Lee]
standing in the elevator
After three hellish days in detox, Abby is finally feeling well enough, relatively speaking, to settle into a routine of sorts at the inpatient rehab center she's checked herself into. Throughout the detox process, throughout the tremors, nausea, debilitating headaches, and insomnia, all she's thought of (other than having a drink) is Lee and Lily. She's cried more than she'd ever admit, missing her husband and daughter and home almost to the point that she feels it physically. She almost regrets saying she needs to do this alone, but knows she'd never be able to do it if this wasn't her decision and hers alone.

But she still needs them. More than she's ever admitted to herself before. She takes a shower, subconsciously wanting to be fresh and clean for her first allowed phonecall after a successful completion of the detox process. She makes her way from her room to the main floor where she waits, impatiently, for her allotted time slot to begin.

When she finally gets on the phone, she freezes for a moment, her fingers forgetting what to do, what numbers to dial. When she shakes herself and dials the familiar numbers of Lee's phone, she can feel her heart banging around in her chest. What can he think of her now? Maybe he won't even want to talk to her. Maybe he's relieved to be rid of her and the mess she's made of her life. She wouldn't blame him, and she can feel her palms sweating as she listens to the phone ring.

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Now he looks a little worried Uh huh...

What, don't you believe me? She jokes.

No...I believe you. He scoots back a bit. I'm just being cautious about the possibility of retaliation...

She chuckles. I'm not as mean as you.

I'm mean? He points at himself, looking incredulous.

She nods, mock seriously. Very mean.

She arches an eyebrow right back.

Okay, okay...I'm mean. He holds his hands up in surrender.

I think you're the one being mean. He challenges.

I'm not. She protests, then nudges Lily gently with her chin. Huh, Lily? Mama's not mean. Right? Say nooo, Lily. Mama's not mean.

Noooooooo Mama mean. She obliges and Lee bites his lip to keep from laughing at the omitted words.

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