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While Reba was on the phone Van came in. He slammed the door.
"Cheyenne get in here," he yelled at her.
"Coming," Cheyenne mumbled and walked out to see her husband with an angry look on his face.
"WHAT THE HE DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS IS THIS"
"What's what Van? I had a rough day and I don't need you making it more difficult"
"You put my jersey in the dryer"
"So?"
"So it shrunk"
"Big deal. It's not the end of the world"
"Cheyenne you are so clueless sometimes"
"Don't you ever say that again," Cheyenne yelled at him causing him to take a step back.
"I didn't mean clueless like clueless but you were stupid to do that"
Cheyenne slapped Van upside the head.
"And that's another thing too. You are always so violent"
"I am not violent," Cheyenne protested.
"I think Kyra would disagree"
"COME ON VAN LIKE I DON'T FEEL BAD ENOUGH ABOUT THAT"
"You're such a bitch," Van said angrily
Reba came out into the living room.
"Both of you stop this arguing. That was your father"
"Is everything okay?"
"No Cheyenne everything isn't okay. Honey, Elizabeth is in the hospital"
"WHAT! What happened?"
"I don't know sweetheart. We need to get down to the hospital like now"
"I'll get Kyra," Van said, "I doubt she'll talk to Cheyenne at this point"
"Van do you have to be so immature right now"
"Oh so I'm immature am I"
"ENOUGH! Both of you. I'll get Kyra. Van you start up the car because you're closer to the keys" At that Reba went upstairs to get her daughter.