QUOTE : Laura hits the End button on her phone and tosses it into her messenger bag. She mumbles to herself as she shoves on her shoes and belts her raincoat. “Yeah, sure Aunt Marge. No problem. I’ll be happy to pick up coffee for your neighbor in the middle of a monsoon.” She sighs, unable to hold onto her indignation. Her aunt’s description of Austin hits way too close to home. Just like Marge knew it would.