Oh, what a delight, her little Salome. How she loves this sort of behavior first thing in the morning. "I love spending time with you, sweetheart, I'm just surprised. You said it yourself just now, your father is self-absorbed." She shrugs, her hands spreading before she starts the car and pulls out of the driveway. "I'm just pleased to see he's becoming mature enough to take a little more time out of his oh-so-busy schedule to spend an extra day with you. Surprised, but pleased."
Of course Richard needs a reason why he wants to see Salome an extra day. This is Richard they're talking about. Any other father on the planet and maybe her little line about maturity would be sincere--but she somehow doubts that's even in the top two or three reasons for this. There has to be some kind of ulterior motive. She just has to dig through all the mounds and mounds of his bullshit in order to find it.
But oh, she will. Now that she's sure it's there, she will. Maybe he's started running his mouth about her. That wouldn't shock Susan at all--the only surprise there is the fact that he hasn't started the habit sooner.
She's not as paranoid as Richard, necessarily, but she certainly strives to be.
But, fuck it. If he wants the little brat an extra day a week so badly, he can have her. Salome's not exactly a cakewalk to have around the house and mommy dearest could use an extra day to herself, anyway. She'll just work out a little deal with him--the price of an extra day of Salome, as it were--and that will be that.
Two blocks out from the house, the brick-paved streets of the Village turn into the properly-paved ones that run all over downtown, Susan sipping her coffee as she navigates through traffic, seeks to divine her on-again-off-again hate-lover's motives, and deal with a surly teenaged 'daughter' all at once. At the first stoplight, she grins over to Salome and lifts her eyebrows above her sunglasses.
"So, I know it's kind of lame of me, but I'm not going to be able to give you your birthday gift today. It'll be next week." Her grin grows wider, though, her nose wrinkling in an attempt at playfulness. "But you'll know why this afternoon, so don't worry too much about it, all right?"
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Date: 2012-08-11 02:25 am (UTC)Of course Richard needs a reason why he wants to see Salome an extra day. This is Richard they're talking about. Any other father on the planet and maybe her little line about maturity would be sincere--but she somehow doubts that's even in the top two or three reasons for this. There has to be some kind of ulterior motive. She just has to dig through all the mounds and mounds of his bullshit in order to find it.
But oh, she will. Now that she's sure it's there, she will. Maybe he's started running his mouth about her. That wouldn't shock Susan at all--the only surprise there is the fact that he hasn't started the habit sooner.
She's not as paranoid as Richard, necessarily, but she certainly strives to be.
But, fuck it. If he wants the little brat an extra day a week so badly, he can have her. Salome's not exactly a cakewalk to have around the house and mommy dearest could use an extra day to herself, anyway. She'll just work out a little deal with him--the price of an extra day of Salome, as it were--and that will be that.
Two blocks out from the house, the brick-paved streets of the Village turn into the properly-paved ones that run all over downtown, Susan sipping her coffee as she navigates through traffic, seeks to divine her on-again-off-again hate-lover's motives, and deal with a surly teenaged 'daughter' all at once. At the first stoplight, she grins over to Salome and lifts her eyebrows above her sunglasses.
"So, I know it's kind of lame of me, but I'm not going to be able to give you your birthday gift today. It'll be next week." Her grin grows wider, though, her nose wrinkling in an attempt at playfulness. "But you'll know why this afternoon, so don't worry too much about it, all right?"