"Mom...?" Allie poked her head into the lounge. She'd changed out of her only smart dress, that she'd worn to the court hearing, put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt with the Russian girl duet t.A.T.u on it.<i>Drinking already?</i>Allie smirked as she spotted the wine glass.<i>Good.</i>She put an expression of what she hoped was contrition on her face and padded into the room, sat in the chair with her back to the window. "Look... Er... I know it's not gonna help, but... Sorry. Okay? It wasn't my fault. I don't know why no-one believes me. But it wasn't. And.... Anyway. I understand you're mad. But, look, can I at least get my phone back just to text people and tell them why I won't have a phone? Otherwise, y'know, someone might think I've been kidnapped or had an accident and be lying dead in a ditch somewhere. They might get all worried and call the cops or something...!"<br/><br/>There, perfectly reasonable, logical argument why she should get her phone back for just half an hour. So she could use it to buy a burn phone and have it delivered to herself at work, then take the SIM card out and hide it.So she could put the SIM card into the burn phone on Monday. "I'll give it back when I'm done."<br/><br/>The idea that her mom would refuse such a reasonable request never entered Albany's head. "Can I borrow your laptop quickly?" It was more of a demand than a request. She needed to see if anything was being posted about her on twitter and facebook. And she needed to make sure that the world understood: This was not her fault!<br/><br/>Allie moved and sat next to her mom on the couch, reached to take the machine off her mother, just for an hour or so, just for long enough to make sure the record was set straight and that the world knew about that damn shop that overcharged everyone!