"True, but you never know." Especially if this girl does have money. Then he wouldn't be able to whisk her off to the altar fast enough. Oh, if that's really what this situation is, she might actually be a little proud of him. Her clever boy. Maybe he's finally ready for her to take him back after all.
Smiling fondly at the thought, Susan stands and stretches, checking this month's Gucci bag of choice sitting slumped upon the counter to make certain her keys are there. Coffee still in-hand, she crooks a finger for Salome to follow and makes her way out the side door, one foot resting upon the brick path of the historic German Village home as she holds the door.
Her smooth path to the car falters, her heel catching between the bricks for the space of a second that very nearly makes her trip. She rights herself with all the grace of a cat who fell from a kitchen table and totally meant to, simply moving on to the little red car that sits patiently waiting. "Really, an extra day?" She paws through her purse, drawing her sunglasses out and sliding them upon her nose like the magnificent shield they are.
Now what the hell is he planning? Why the sudden interest in Salome? Oh, sure, he's always been attached to the girl, always been surprisingly keen on the role provided by fatherhood, but he's always been just as keen on his time alone. Never in all the years Salome has been traded between them has he expressed interest in extra time with her, and now suddenly he wants her an extra day each week?
Something here stinks, but she doesn't know what. Her jaw tightens thoughtfully while she unlocks the car and slides in to take Salome to school, her mind now working as though to solve a trigonometry problem.
"Well," she offers cautiously after a gap of contemplation, "I don't see anything wrong with that, I suppose. I should probably speak to him about it of course, but...no, I don't see why we couldn't...arrange something." Then, when she realizes the tentative tone she's allowed to leak into her voice, she furrows her brow and frowns. "I just hate to have an extra day to miss you, but I don't want to get in the way of you spending time with your father. Did he say why, by chance?"
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Smiling fondly at the thought, Susan stands and stretches, checking this month's Gucci bag of choice sitting slumped upon the counter to make certain her keys are there. Coffee still in-hand, she crooks a finger for Salome to follow and makes her way out the side door, one foot resting upon the brick path of the historic German Village home as she holds the door.
Her smooth path to the car falters, her heel catching between the bricks for the space of a second that very nearly makes her trip. She rights herself with all the grace of a cat who fell from a kitchen table and totally meant to, simply moving on to the little red car that sits patiently waiting. "Really, an extra day?" She paws through her purse, drawing her sunglasses out and sliding them upon her nose like the magnificent shield they are.
Now what the hell is he planning? Why the sudden interest in Salome? Oh, sure, he's always been attached to the girl, always been surprisingly keen on the role provided by fatherhood, but he's always been just as keen on his time alone. Never in all the years Salome has been traded between them has he expressed interest in extra time with her, and now suddenly he wants her an extra day each week?
Something here stinks, but she doesn't know what. Her jaw tightens thoughtfully while she unlocks the car and slides in to take Salome to school, her mind now working as though to solve a trigonometry problem.
"Well," she offers cautiously after a gap of contemplation, "I don't see anything wrong with that, I suppose. I should probably speak to him about it of course, but...no, I don't see why we couldn't...arrange something." Then, when she realizes the tentative tone she's allowed to leak into her voice, she furrows her brow and frowns. "I just hate to have an extra day to miss you, but I don't want to get in the way of you spending time with your father. Did he say why, by chance?"