[The question gives her pause. At first she thinks of maybe saying 'no one.' But then she considers her life beyond her monster partner and someone she loved, once. A thoughtful silence fills up the space, until, eventually, Jem purses her lips.] Maybe my brother. Or my mum.
[A sort of wistful hope that they'd answer; that they'd be there at all. And some consideration that they might not be or that Jem herself might pick up. ] Maybe. I don't know. A phone call might muck things right up, here.
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[A sort of wistful hope that they'd answer; that they'd be there at all. And some consideration that they might not be or that Jem herself might pick up. ] Maybe. I don't know. A phone call might muck things right up, here.