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What if it does?

It needn't.

It's so easy to just say that.

It needn't matter to family.

My very intelligent children can't possibly think that just because they think something should be a certain way, that it can just change on a whim.

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We'd come by it honestly if we did.

Perhaps it's better that you don't.

So I'm learning.

It shouldn't. No.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Is someone giving you trouble over it?

My father. He seems to think it will reflect badly on him if I choose to be with another man.

I know some parents can live in old fashioned values but as long as you're happy. Right?

Happy enough. And my father is old fashioned values.

Think pn that then

What I think on is that no one so much as asked me my side of the story.

What is your side of it?

That nothing happened, I attended a party for a friend of mine at a bar that happened to cater to gay clientele. That several men bought me drinks, complimented me, and took no for an answer.

That I have not met anyone, nor yet anticipate meeting anyone I'd care to inflict my attentions on.

But you're happy with your preference correct?

My preference is for someone who makes me as happy as my mother makes my father. Who can deal with me as gracefully and partner me as well.

I have found no such person yet.

I am sure you will.

Thank you.

*smiles*

I'm um Kaylee

A pleasure to meet you, Kaylee. I'm Pollux.

Nice to meet you Pollux.

Oh yes. Inasmuch as they manage - or fail - to make you happy, it very much matters.

... Thank you, dear one.

*smiles a bit and kisses his cheek* How are you?

*quietly* Do you want to talk about the whole fuss?

*sighs, relaxing a little, one arm sliding around her waist* I've been better.

I don't know. Maybe.

*snuggles against him* It'll get better. Just... breathe.

*locked*

All right. Then I'll start with pure and unadulterated sisterly curiosity. Is there somebody?

Breathe. Right.

*slight smile* No. There isn't anybody, man or woman.

Yes. It improves oxygen supply to the brain. Helps you think more clearly.

Oh. It would have been good to see somebody close to you. *swallows* Now my wild guess that maybe somebody talked to Father to make him - and possibly, you - angry makes more and more sense. I don't like that.

... you think someone engineered this little family drama? To what purpose?

I don't know. It was something I said almost at random to Father, but...

No, not engineered. It's more like somebody gave a little push just in the right place, at the right time.

And I have no guesses as to why.

Yet.

Hmm.

How likely do you think it is that we'll find out who told Father where I was and who I was with, or what I was doing?

Or whatever it is that put him in this mood.

*nods*

I tried. He didn't ... he claimed he didn't recall exactly, but maybe what I suggested made him think over it. Perhaps Mother may have more luck with that.

*softly* He's trying to do what he thinks a good father should do. He's not precisely correct, but he doesn't mean ill.

Mother usually does. *sighs*

Perhaps I should have talked to her instead. And then had her talk to ...

*winces, sighs, slumping a little to lean on her more, tugging her a little closer, tighter* Possibly I should have done that instead of getting into a fight with Father.

Oh dear. *hugs him tightly* Hindsight lets us see so many things we should have done. *closes her eyes for a moment and swallows* But we all have moments when we think we can do things on our own, even if we know Mother knows best.

*hugs her back just as tightly*

He didn't even ask me. He drew his conclusions, and then he proceeded to ... to treat me as though I had become some bizarre stranger in his house.

*still very close* Did you at least tell him his conclusions were wrong? No, I know it shouldn't matter. But it's hard to change your expectations in a moment, not when you've had so long to build them. *squeezes her arms around him again*

Give him a bit of time, dear one. He managed to get around those persuasions well enough so that we're not that burdened with them. We none of us react too well to surprises - but maybe he'll learn to look and see who you are again, not who he would wish you to be.

No... *sighs* No, I didn't. I guess I wanted to know that ... that it really wouldn't matter, whatever I chose.

*slight, rueful smile* Not that I'm in any danger of falling for anyone, but I don't think I'm attracted to men at all.

*just nods slowly*

*with certainty* He will get there. I promise you, he will. Father is many things, and very set in his ways, sometimes, but he is not stupid. Nor does he not-care. He sees the world in a certain way, though, and the idea that you're different from what he thought threw a stone that is rippling through that world. Stirring up what he thought people he knows could or could not do. *bites her lip* I know a little bit of what that is like, from a long time ago when ... when he let us think he was dead. I'd never thought he could do something like that, it seemed so wrong. I was very angry for a while. *long while* And he's had more time to build his world just so. *softly* He'll get there.

Oh Pol. *tiny smile* I would be glad if somebody was there to make you happier, whoever she or he may be. *no, it's not the same as coming from Father, but it's something, right?*

*hugs her tighter, smiles a little sadly* I can't imagine him ever doing something like that either. Not to Mother, not to the family. It... I just can't picture it. So I suppose you're right about that.

Anyway. Thank you. *forcing a slightly broader smile* If I do find someone you'll be the first I tell, hey?

*nods* He's not faultless. He'll see it, Pol. *softly* He'll see you. Right now he only sees himself and his ideas. Ideals. *it's not you. It's him. Or at least how he was raised.*

Anything, dear. *hugs him once more, then pulls back, and smooths his hair away from his forehead* I'd love that. Or just if you want to rant out, come talk with me? Sometimes things can't stay all inside, and they won't be heard where they should be.

*smile being a little more genuine now* I will. I know. *rueful*

Our family seems to thrive on knowing when the safe times and places are to let things out, and in what sort of company.

*kisses his cheek again*

Yeah. Comes with the *no, not what you're thinking!* huge age gap. The world's moved a whole lot. We're a bit slower at it. It's hitting you and Maddy and Phil the most, I think. He's... it's not you he can't accept. It's the world you live in that hurts him. I'm sorry.

*a small pause, thinking this over* It's not that we thrive on it, really. I think that when the anger settles, we still feel each other's pain almost as keenly as our own. So if we hurt each other, we hurt ourselves too. So not saying something hurtful is also a form of... self-preservation. Most of the time.

*nods slowly* Sometimes I think I forget that. We're all of us going to live so long...

Or not doing something hurtful...

I wanted to hit him. Earlier, then, I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him, or hit him, or something. And I know what that would do. But I wanted to.

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