"I dunno, he's not really brought anyone home before. I don't know how he usually acts around his girlfriends," true story. "He acts differently around her then he does with you," because he hates your guts. She is pretty sure that Richard hates her mother, like, a deep kind of hate, the kind of hate that she felt for a split second that made her straddle his lap and strangle him in her clumsy, teenager way. To be fair one of her hands was busy in his hair, but her technique was sloppy, that's for certain.
Slouched down in her seat she stretches her legs out and puts them on the chair to the corner of her, not on Susan's seat for fear that the woman bite them off.
Salome makes a horrified and disgusted face at the sound of that. "Dad wouldn't get married, please, he's too self absorbed for that." Even she recognizes that. Of course what would a narcissist love more then a woman who fawns over his every move and thinks that he shits gold teddy bears? Ugh. "Whatever, I'll be out of here in like, two years anyway, so who cares what he does?" Well Susan does for one, and so does Salome but shhhhhhh.
"He won't, he wants me another day each week, he told me to tell you when I came home on Sunday night but I forgot." She looks up from her text and eyes her mother. It's another trap. If she presses for what her father is planning on doing she'll have to give up information in return. Her eyes narrow.
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Date: 2012-08-11 01:18 am (UTC)Slouched down in her seat she stretches her legs out and puts them on the chair to the corner of her, not on Susan's seat for fear that the woman bite them off.
Salome makes a horrified and disgusted face at the sound of that. "Dad wouldn't get married, please, he's too self absorbed for that." Even she recognizes that. Of course what would a narcissist love more then a woman who fawns over his every move and thinks that he shits gold teddy bears? Ugh. "Whatever, I'll be out of here in like, two years anyway, so who cares what he does?" Well Susan does for one, and so does Salome but shhhhhhh.
"He won't, he wants me another day each week, he told me to tell you when I came home on Sunday night but I forgot." She looks up from her text and eyes her mother. It's another trap. If she presses for what her father is planning on doing she'll have to give up information in return. Her eyes narrow.
What a bitch.