Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2016 12:43:27 GMT
“Now don’t forget to call me. I mean it, at least once a week Georgia.”
Her mother handed her a plastic bag with what was presumably a packed lunch for the plane. Georgia’s parents seemed to have missed that their daughter was now a fully independent twenty-two year old woman.
“I will, I promise.”
She looked inside the bag.
Is that jam? You’re the best!”
Georgia didn’t do anything to help that fact; she didn’t want to. She enjoyed that her parents looked to her that way – it had more than it’s fair share of advantages.
“I’ve gotten a flat set up for you over there, so you won’t need to worry about having somewhere to stay. Here’s the address; go straight there when you land and call and let me know that it’s all okay for you”
She studied the piece of paper before placing it carefully in her bag.
“Thank you so much, dad. Where would I be without you, huh?”
She gave him a large hug creating a huge smile on his face; he lived to make her happy. She also gave her mother a hug, then reached for her phone and began to dial.
“Right, I better call a taxi. I hope it doesn’t take too long.”
Her mother looked concerned.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to drive you to the airport? I don’t like the idea of you getting a taxi. I’m serious, David, I don’t want her taking herself there.”
“Your mum’s right, Georgia. We’ll take you.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to put you both out.”
Her father smiled at her affectionately.
“You’re not putting us out at all. In fact, it helps me. I’ve got to go to take your mum to the shop anyway, and it means you’ll definitely get there on time.”
He looked to his wife, hoping she would back him up.
“Ah, yes! That’s right, I’ve got to go to the shop anyway.”
Georgia smiled at them.
“Okay, only if you're sure.”
“Great, I’ll go get my keys.”
“I’ll get my purse.”
As Georgia watched them walk into the kitchen, a slight smirk crossed her face. She deleted the four '0' she had typed into her phone. She knew things wouldn't be as easy in Los Angeles, but she was certain it wouldn't matter.
Her mother handed her a plastic bag with what was presumably a packed lunch for the plane. Georgia’s parents seemed to have missed that their daughter was now a fully independent twenty-two year old woman.
“I will, I promise.”
She looked inside the bag.
Is that jam? You’re the best!”
Georgia didn’t do anything to help that fact; she didn’t want to. She enjoyed that her parents looked to her that way – it had more than it’s fair share of advantages.
“I’ve gotten a flat set up for you over there, so you won’t need to worry about having somewhere to stay. Here’s the address; go straight there when you land and call and let me know that it’s all okay for you”
She studied the piece of paper before placing it carefully in her bag.
“Thank you so much, dad. Where would I be without you, huh?”
She gave him a large hug creating a huge smile on his face; he lived to make her happy. She also gave her mother a hug, then reached for her phone and began to dial.
“Right, I better call a taxi. I hope it doesn’t take too long.”
Her mother looked concerned.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to drive you to the airport? I don’t like the idea of you getting a taxi. I’m serious, David, I don’t want her taking herself there.”
“Your mum’s right, Georgia. We’ll take you.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to put you both out.”
Her father smiled at her affectionately.
“You’re not putting us out at all. In fact, it helps me. I’ve got to go to take your mum to the shop anyway, and it means you’ll definitely get there on time.”
He looked to his wife, hoping she would back him up.
“Ah, yes! That’s right, I’ve got to go to the shop anyway.”
Georgia smiled at them.
“Okay, only if you're sure.”
“Great, I’ll go get my keys.”
“I’ll get my purse.”
As Georgia watched them walk into the kitchen, a slight smirk crossed her face. She deleted the four '0' she had typed into her phone. She knew things wouldn't be as easy in Los Angeles, but she was certain it wouldn't matter.
