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thatsamilkshake) wrote2009-06-21 08:40 pm
thatsamilkshake) wrote2009-06-21 08:40 pm
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Room 511: Sunday Evening
Merlin and Dinah didn't have any. Alice's and Firekeeper's were dead. Arthur couldn't talk to his, and Katchoo... She had the worst of both worlds whichever way you looked at it - not that Francine liked to look.
She felt almost guilty as she picked up the phone to dial home; she might not have the perfect family, but she had someone to call on Father's Day.
"Hi, Momma. Can-- I miss you too. Can I talk to Daddy?"
...
"On a Sunday?"
...
"Another one? Can't he ever find a decent secretary?"
...
"No, I... It's fine, Momma. No, it's not his fault, don't start on him. I understand. Just...tell him I love him, okay? When he gets home."
[Establishy, but open if you don't mind SP of laptop + hotel room wifi.]
She felt almost guilty as she picked up the phone to dial home; she might not have the perfect family, but she had someone to call on Father's Day.
"Hi, Momma. Can-- I miss you too. Can I talk to Daddy?"
...
"On a Sunday?"
...
"Another one? Can't he ever find a decent secretary?"
...
"No, I... It's fine, Momma. No, it's not his fault, don't start on him. I understand. Just...tell him I love him, okay? When he gets home."
[Establishy, but open if you don't mind SP of laptop + hotel room wifi.]