Friday, February 18, 2011

On The Road

Well, I managed to convince my dad to postpone our hunting trip.  I have to admit, I was a little naughty; I told a lie.  It's for his own sake, though.  I didn't mention Him, or anything related to Him.  I said...well, no.  I'm not going to mention it here, if only because Ava would tear me to shreds for it, more likely than not.  Even I'm pretty ashamed of this, and I don't really feel shame that often.  But I do think I made the right choice.  I'm looking over at my dad right now, and I've never seen him so...intense.

He hasn't said anything yet, but we're almost home.  He said when we get back, we're going to find directions to the bus stop, and a place to eat along the way.  Hopefully we'll have Ava's mother picked up before we get home.  I've also made calls to my aunt and my uncle; neither of them are especially pleased with the story I told them, either.  They said they'd gather up what they can, and hang around for a few days.  With any luck, we shouldn't need to keep her past Monday.

We just pulled into our neighborhood, and, surprise surprise, Fisk's guys are hanging out!  Some of them don't look especially pleased...yeah, there we go.  Just got a death glare through the window for shaking them off.  I guess that means I've had a pretty good day.

Daisee, I hope you've been riding the fastest bus you can find.  My aunt and uncle said they'll be here in 2 hours.  Spender, maybe less.  We're going to get you home as fast as we can, and then we're going to see about some Southern hospitality.
-The Meteorologist

7 comments:

  1. Alright, fine. But I think we both know that telling him the truth wouldn't work. You can scream and curse all you like, but what's done is done.

    I...may have implied...that your mother was still married. Until about three days ago, in fact. When...ah fuck it.

    I told him she was being abused, alright? My father takes that kind of thing VERY seriously.

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  2. Oh thank god, I thought you meant you knocked her up or something.

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  3. I would have to be a real sick fuck to do that.

    I briefly toyed with the idea of mentioning the R-word, but that was in bad taste even for me.

    Then again, it'd probably be about as traumatic as a trip to the Labyrinth...

    Also, where the fuck is Spender? You promised me quality, you son of a bitch.

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  4. I don't know you. You could very well be.

    Like hell if I know. I'm in SEATTLE.

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  5. I promised you big men with guns. I never promised quality...

    As for me, I've picked up my package and am on the way back. Assuming I don't get sucked into the horrible nexus of getting sent through time and space, again.

    That was really inconvenient.

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  6. Ahh, get over it.

    Anyways, thanks for this, Spender. I hope to God you don't have any outstanding warrents for your arrest, but other than that...thanks.

    Ava, I think I can see your mother at the bus stop. I'll see about getting her home soon. With any luck, we can keep her nice and comfy until Monday. Maybe Tuesday if you need it.

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