Who's your Mommy?

Felina shakes her head. "I'm not your offspring."

"Of course not. I would have remembered having a child with a skunk. I meant the pathetic wreck in there."

"You're Scott's mother?"

"Watch your mouth, young lady! I meant the other pathetic wreck."

"Oh, you mean... you."

"I'm not in there. I'm sure I would have noticed."

"Of course not, but for whatever reason we've been referring to that person in second person." Felina pauses to scratch her head. "Actually some of the authors aren't even sure if it's a male or a female. Perhaps you could shed some light on the subject?"

"Gladly. You see, boys have this little thing..."

"I meant in this case, not generally. Do you have a son or a daughter?"

"No."

"No?"

"Not or. I have a son and a daughter."

"Well, could you step into that room for a moment and tell us which of them is there?"

"Sorry, no. I won't be in the same room as Scott. It's a personal thing."

Felina points to a phone on the wall. "Well, how about finding out which of them isn't there? Call them both and see who doesn't answer."

The mother shrugs and dials a number.

1. The son answers.
2. The daughter answers.
3. Neither of them answers.
4. They both answer.
5. Felina's cell phone rings.
6. Josh makes an overdue appearance doing something stupid.

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