“Well, no kidding! He’s always losing his voice by the end of the work week, with that absurdly loud singing, more like screeching, he does at two in the damn morning!”

“Well, that’s a relief, I guess. I mean, that means daddy’s okay, right?”

“But… There’s one thing I don’t quite understand.”

“…?”

“What’s that?”

“Usually he has something to say about that. Ripp, why didn’t you do that this time?”

“Yeah, you’re right about that. Maybe mom can look at him?”

“Yeah, see if he’ll need a doctor.”

“…!!!”