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Jun. 9th, 2009
Spending a weekend dealing with drunken podiatrists would have been taxing at any time. Doing it while dealing with a constant desire to be doing things with her boyfriend that shouldn't be mentioned in polite company? Hell.
But somehow, mostly because when she wasn't dealing with podiatrists, she was doing unmentionable things with Wyatt, Isabel survived. She just didn't sleep much.
Recovering from a lack of weekend sleep was probably the reason Isabel overslept on Tuesday morning and had to dash out the door to make it to her summer class on time. After class she hit the gym, then met a friend from school for a long lunch. All that meant it was mid-afternoon before she returned home and checked her email.
"Crap."
Isabel couldn't imagine what had happened that would cause Parker to bolt, especially when she was supposed to be leaving at the end of the week. They hadn't talked since Isabel had made her quick trip over to fix the shoes. Somehow when she called, she always got Parker's voicemail. But Parker had responded to her emails, a few short notes that assured Isabel that she was fine. Not that Isabel believed it. Still, she didn't push, unable to think of what to tell Parker that didn't revolve around questioning if it was all really worth it.
Relieved that she didn't have to work that night, a quiet and worried Isabel set her laptop aside and curled up on her couch to brood.
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But somehow, mostly because when she wasn't dealing with podiatrists, she was doing unmentionable things with Wyatt, Isabel survived. She just didn't sleep much.
Recovering from a lack of weekend sleep was probably the reason Isabel overslept on Tuesday morning and had to dash out the door to make it to her summer class on time. After class she hit the gym, then met a friend from school for a long lunch. All that meant it was mid-afternoon before she returned home and checked her email.
"Crap."
Isabel couldn't imagine what had happened that would cause Parker to bolt, especially when she was supposed to be leaving at the end of the week. They hadn't talked since Isabel had made her quick trip over to fix the shoes. Somehow when she called, she always got Parker's voicemail. But Parker had responded to her emails, a few short notes that assured Isabel that she was fine. Not that Isabel believed it. Still, she didn't push, unable to think of what to tell Parker that didn't revolve around questioning if it was all really worth it.
Relieved that she didn't have to work that night, a quiet and worried Isabel set her laptop aside and curled up on her couch to brood.
[for phone calls, emails, or anyone that feels like stopping by]
