And the parents, Mr. & Mrs. DeNyel, are arguing with me about the lab results.
"My kid doesn't do those things!"
"Someone must have put it in her drink!"
"Your lab must have gotten her specimens mixed up!"
People, I've heard it all. Wake up and smell the crack.
The best part is when they find out her pregnancy test was positive, and go fucking NUTS! Our daughter is a good girl!
Comically, this pisses them off even more then the drug issues and possible brain damage. Apparently, because my hospital did the revealing labs, it's OUR fault that we've brought shame and disgrace on her family for generations to come.
And they keep insisting that she "doesn't do those things". Sorry gang, its, 2010, and her name ain't Mary.