Yeah, man, adults just don't get it. They don't know how hard it is. Such assholes, God.
Of course, that last bit is probably true, but Richard, at least, makes a small attempt to direct his dickishness to sources outside of Salome. Susan exercises far less care in that arena, but enough that she might still be able to use Salome against her father if push came to shove. Which is part of the reason why she strongly dislikes the idea of him getting more time with the girl, but there's always ways to handle that.
Salome's private school is naturally bustling at this hour, and so while Susan waits in the traffic to even get onto the road that leads past the front entrance, she reaches over to pat her daughter's hand. "Don't thank me yet, sweetheart, you haven't even seen it yet! But oh, I can't wait until you do. The look on your face is going to be just beautiful."
Oh, yes, the car is absolutely going to trump any silly little trip Richard could hope to arrange. After all, what teenaged girl wants to go to the beach with her father for her birthday? And a father protective as he is, hah. He'll keep her on a leash the entire time, and then she'll come crawling back to Susan, whining about how terrible and disappointing the whole week was, and oh, look, mommy got you a car, baby, now who's the favorite parent?
It's entirely possible that the majority of Susan's gestures and interests in Salome are driven almost completely by competition. It's not Salome she cares about, so much as sticking it to Richard. Especially now that he's got some little tramp of a girlfriend he's parading around.
Not that she's jealous.
"Oh, did he?" Susan makes an attempt to sound pleasantly surprised, smiling sweetly from beneath her sunglasses. "That sounds like a lovely idea! Maybe we could go back in the next couple of months, I've been hoping to visit some friends out west, anyway." She smiles wider, squeezing Salome's hand as the car comes to a stop, then leaning over to kiss her cheek.
"Now, you have a good day at school. And be good." She taps the girl's nose, winking from beneath her sunglasses as she leans back in her seat to leave Salome to a birthday spent at school that will no doubt be more or less normal as all her other birthdays, until she receives a request to swing by the principal's office after sixth period.
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Date: 2012-08-11 02:55 am (UTC)Of course, that last bit is probably true, but Richard, at least, makes a small attempt to direct his dickishness to sources outside of Salome. Susan exercises far less care in that arena, but enough that she might still be able to use Salome against her father if push came to shove. Which is part of the reason why she strongly dislikes the idea of him getting more time with the girl, but there's always ways to handle that.
Salome's private school is naturally bustling at this hour, and so while Susan waits in the traffic to even get onto the road that leads past the front entrance, she reaches over to pat her daughter's hand. "Don't thank me yet, sweetheart, you haven't even seen it yet! But oh, I can't wait until you do. The look on your face is going to be just beautiful."
Oh, yes, the car is absolutely going to trump any silly little trip Richard could hope to arrange. After all, what teenaged girl wants to go to the beach with her father for her birthday? And a father protective as he is, hah. He'll keep her on a leash the entire time, and then she'll come crawling back to Susan, whining about how terrible and disappointing the whole week was, and oh, look, mommy got you a car, baby, now who's the favorite parent?
It's entirely possible that the majority of Susan's gestures and interests in Salome are driven almost completely by competition. It's not Salome she cares about, so much as sticking it to Richard. Especially now that he's got some little tramp of a girlfriend he's parading around.
Not that she's jealous.
"Oh, did he?" Susan makes an attempt to sound pleasantly surprised, smiling sweetly from beneath her sunglasses. "That sounds like a lovely idea! Maybe we could go back in the next couple of months, I've been hoping to visit some friends out west, anyway." She smiles wider, squeezing Salome's hand as the car comes to a stop, then leaning over to kiss her cheek.
"Now, you have a good day at school. And be good." She taps the girl's nose, winking from beneath her sunglasses as she leans back in her seat to leave Salome to a birthday spent at school that will no doubt be more or less normal as all her other birthdays, until she receives a request to swing by the principal's office after sixth period.
Then it might start to get a little unusual.