Mar 28, 2014
Call to Wren
Sutton: *It's on the third ring that the receiver bursts to life with an exasperated Sutton in mid-groan* Wren? Oh -- good. There you are. So, guess who just got back from the doctor? Me. And I guess I'm going to just keep getting fatter so you're going to have to deal with that for your wedding. All I wanted was some diet pills, and here I am! *Her words become less intangible as if she's rummaging through something, evidently just speaking in order to let off steam.*