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[unionfran.livejournal.com]

[Hangs up phone. Dashes against wall.]

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[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

*he's somehow hanging around wherever she is.*

...Hi. Fran?

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

Hey, Les. What's up?

[Instantly-faked smile.]

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

...I dunno. You tell me.

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[He appears just in time to catch this, and raises an eyebrow.]

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

...hi, Bel.

[Hiding her now-broken cell phone behind her back.]

[notsogrimoire.livejournal.com]

[Watching with mild bemusement.] I hope it wasn't something I said.

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

...Did you say something? [Are you volunteering to be target for further wrath, chicken-fry?]

[onlythetrue.livejournal.com]

[Somehow he catches it out of the air. Then he tosses it onto a cushion.]

What on Earth is the matter?

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

My father thinks he has the right to request my presence for Thanksgiving.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[Jumps out of the way.]

Yikes! Who was that, then?

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

My father. Thanksgiving. I told him no.

[didanexperiment.livejournal.com]

Not someone you wanted to talk to, huh?

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

My father. 'Nuff said. [She picks up the broken phone, tosses it in the trash.]

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

*he's somehow hanging around wherever she is.*

...Hi. Fran?

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

Hey, Les. What's up?

[Instantly-faked smile.]

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[He appears just in time to catch this, and raises an eyebrow.]

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

...hi, Bel.

[Hiding her now-broken cell phone behind her back.]

[notsogrimoire.livejournal.com]

[Watching with mild bemusement.] I hope it wasn't something I said.

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

...Did you say something? [Are you volunteering to be target for further wrath, chicken-fry?]

[onlythetrue.livejournal.com]

[Somehow he catches it out of the air. Then he tosses it onto a cushion.]

What on Earth is the matter?

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

My father thinks he has the right to request my presence for Thanksgiving.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[Jumps out of the way.]

Yikes! Who was that, then?

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

My father. Thanksgiving. I told him no.

[didanexperiment.livejournal.com]

Not someone you wanted to talk to, huh?

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

My father. 'Nuff said. [She picks up the broken phone, tosses it in the trash.]