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.
"Let's just say I think I get what all the fuss is about," she laughed. "We had fun, it was nice. And here," she said, holding out a set of car keys. "It's back in the lot, safe and sound. And correct me if I'm wrong? But you said your father is coming?"
"Yes." Parker took the keys, spinning them around her fingers as she started to pace. "I had to make reservations for him at the Arms. It's fine. Completely." She shook herself, and grinned. "So, no panicking, no giggling, no bears that stuck their heads in the tent? Just a fun nice time? I don't have to kill or mock Greggy?"
"There was no panicking, no flailing, a few minor giggles and more importantly, no bears. So please do not be mocking the boyfriend who was incredibly sweet and just basically wonderful." Isabel facepalmed. "My god, I'm a sap. But at least I have good memories as I face the firing squad. You've got your dad. I've got Max. And my parents will not be here to run interference. Which is good and bad. But still. Is it Sunday yet?"
"Oh, wow. My sympathies on having to entertain King Dork while he's here." Parker shook her head. "At least I've got Sydney to keep things *something* like mellow. He's coming in too. I'm sorry your parents couldn't make it. And yay! on the good time. I won't mock him." She paused. "To his face, anyway."
"No mocking!" Isabel laughed before sobering a bit. "Yeah, mom called this morning. My elderly aunt had a heart attack so she and my dad are driving up to see her and help her. In a way it's good because I don't have to worry about them and the weirdness. At least Max knows that part of things," she explained. "But if he's going to be obnoxious, it's going to be a very long weekend. I'll be seeking distractions."
"I'm sorry your aunt is sick. Consider me distraction material-- well, no. My father's here. I'm going to be insane. But when you meet Sydney, I'm sure he'd help." Parker sighed. "I just realized this morning that there's a thousand tiny things he could object to that aren't even getting into the weirdness of this place or my ex-boyfriend-who-doesn't-exist, and I'm freaking out a little."
"Thanks," Isabel nodded. "She old so it's not entirely unexpected but it still sucks. She was the closest thing to a grandparent I had but she lived a few hours away we didn't get to see her that often."
"Parker, you will be fine. Everyone who saw your email will be nice and charming and make no mention of the ex. We're going to survive the weekend. And afterwards? We might have to have a night of chocolate and chick flicks."
"I don't have any grandparents either. Unless you count Sydney, who's old enough, but is really just... Sydney." Parker shook her head. "And that sounds like an awesome plan, a great plan, and... what if he asks me why I have a bunny? Or a cat? What if he doesn't like that I do? I should've boarded them out for the weekend, but I didn't even *think* of it."
"Why should he care if you have a bunny or a cat? Those are minor little details and somehow I think your dad is man who's more focused on the big picture," she said. "But if it'll help, you're welcome to send them up here for the weekend."
"He always said they made too much mess, that's why we never had any, and-- you're right. You're right. Big picture. Harvard, law school, Centre, life." Parker smiled. "And if it looks like it, maybe I'll just claim they're yours, and that I'm giving them back now. Thanks. Anything I can do about Max, while he's here?"
Parker grinned. "Sure. Or I'll sell tickets if you two get into a telekinetic fight, and make sure that all the photos make him look stupid." She checked her watch. "Thanks. I have no idea when my father's coming in, so I'm heading down to the meeting area now. Wish me luck. And that Sydney gets here first."
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