The campingtrip had been fun, even though it was cut short by rain and the fact that her family was going to be arriving this afternoon. Despite that, Isabel was still unpacking and straightening up her room with a rather broad smile on her face.
"Hi sweetie, I'm sorry but we won't be able to make it this weekend," Dianne Evans said sadly. "We got a call last night, Aunt Rachel had a heart attack, we're driving up to Santa Fe right now to see her."
"Is she going to be okay?" Isabel asked, feeling torn between being worried about her aunt and somewhat relieved that she won't have to worry about her family being exposed to the insanity that was Fandom. "What do the doctors say?"
"They're cautiously optimistic," Dianne assured her. "But we thought it better that we go up and check into things ourselves. Plus if she's going to be in the hospital for a while we'll have to make arrangements for her cat and her mail and clean out the fridge. I'm sorry. I was looking forward to seeing your school and meeting your friends."
"Mom, that's fine. I understand. You need to take care of her," Isabel said, trying not to let the relief she felt creep into her voice. "You can come visit another time."
"Or you can come home," Dianne suggested. "A visit wouldn't be so bad would it?" She paused for a moment and sighed. "Who am I kidding? My little girl has fled the nest already."
Dianne rested her head against the back of the seat and stared out the window. "I know you and Max have been fighting for quite a while. I was hoping that you'd be able to move past that. Maybe you will now, in your home."
"Max is still coming out to visit you. We dropped him off at the airport on our way out of town. He'll be there this afternoon. I hope you two can work things out."
"Love you to mom," Isabel said, then hung up the phone. It wasn't exactly great news that her parents weren't coming. She would have liked to see them. But still, if was a relief not having to worry about them being exposed to Fandom. At least Max knew about the weirdness. The trick was going to be keeping him from finding out that people knew she was part of the weirdness. Isabel sighed and got back to cleaning. It was going to be a long weekend.
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