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“I’m staying in my parents’ guest room,” Trent said.

“There’s a fan in there that sounds like a diesel truck.”

“So turn the fan off.”

“My mother can’t think straight.

She needs me telling her what to do.” He gave me a sideways look.

“You could end this before lunch.

You could say you got mixed up about the account.”

“I was never mixed up about the account.”