Chase Residence, Wednesday Morning
"It's just a sprain," Angela complained, for about the 37th time. She resettled her cast-bound foot on its pile of pillows with a wince. She had tripped getting off the ski lift, and the results included an ugly bruise and a distinct limp. "I'm fine to go back to school."
"A severe sprain, and Doctor Brown said not to fly until you'd gone back for a follow-up," her mother said. "We're listening to her. You're the one who insisted on trying to ski ... "
Angela sighed dramatically and reached for the glass of ginger ale. "I've done it before!" she said, and turned pleading eyes to her boyfriend. "I'm practically eighteen. I should go back if I want to, right?"
Marty cast a quick glimpse toward Angela's Mom. "I don't think your age is going to get you out of here Ang," he said quietly. "And look at it this way, you get to hang out with your friends for another week."
Angela pouted. "You're not helping," she told him. "I'll miss classes and work and stuff, and ..." she glanced at her mother, who had moved into the kitchen.
"You're staying here," Patty told her daughter. "because I am your mother, and your father and I agree on this. Let us baby you one last time." She cast an apologetic smile Marty-wards. "Sorry you're here in the middle of this, Martin."
"I'm just going to play Switzerland," Marty replied. "Except without the yodeling. Or the funny hats."
Then he leaned in close to Angela and whispered, "Give your Mom a break. A few months and you're off to college. Plus she's going to wait on you hand and foot."
Angela gave Marty a wibbling pout, then sighed and turned up the bad soap opera that was on the TV. "Fine, I'll stay here," she said. "What about you? I don't want to make you watch me be all handicapped."
"How about I go back for class and I can head back her on Thursday to pick you up?" Marty offered. "I can bring back some of that cheesecake you like from Jeff's."
You should go and keep Nadia out of trouble," Angela suggested reluctantly. "Don't worry about picking me up -- we don't know when I'll get cleared to fly. Plus I want to surprise you."
"If you're sure," Marty said with a smile. "Just promise me you'll take it easy."
Angela thumped her walking cast against the table, gently. "I don't have a choice," she said. She smiled gently. "I'll miss you."
"You better," Marty said leaning in for a kiss.
Angela returned the kiss, then leaned her head on his shoulders. "At least you got to see me try to ski," she joked.
"Yes. It was the best five minutes ever," Marty replied as he stepped out of range of Angela's fists. "I don't think the ski lift operator will ever forget you. Gee. Look at the time. I better pack."
Marty hightailed it to the guest room before Angela could find a way to get off the couch and pummel him.
Angela tossed a pillow at his back and tried to get up, then settled back among the remaining 36 pillows.
She'd get him back when she got back to school.
"A severe sprain, and Doctor Brown said not to fly until you'd gone back for a follow-up," her mother said. "We're listening to her. You're the one who insisted on trying to ski ... "
Angela sighed dramatically and reached for the glass of ginger ale. "I've done it before!" she said, and turned pleading eyes to her boyfriend. "I'm practically eighteen. I should go back if I want to, right?"
Marty cast a quick glimpse toward Angela's Mom. "I don't think your age is going to get you out of here Ang," he said quietly. "And look at it this way, you get to hang out with your friends for another week."
Angela pouted. "You're not helping," she told him. "I'll miss classes and work and stuff, and ..." she glanced at her mother, who had moved into the kitchen.
"You're staying here," Patty told her daughter. "because I am your mother, and your father and I agree on this. Let us baby you one last time." She cast an apologetic smile Marty-wards. "Sorry you're here in the middle of this, Martin."
"I'm just going to play Switzerland," Marty replied. "Except without the yodeling. Or the funny hats."
Then he leaned in close to Angela and whispered, "Give your Mom a break. A few months and you're off to college. Plus she's going to wait on you hand and foot."
Angela gave Marty a wibbling pout, then sighed and turned up the bad soap opera that was on the TV. "Fine, I'll stay here," she said. "What about you? I don't want to make you watch me be all handicapped."
"How about I go back for class and I can head back her on Thursday to pick you up?" Marty offered. "I can bring back some of that cheesecake you like from Jeff's."
You should go and keep Nadia out of trouble," Angela suggested reluctantly. "Don't worry about picking me up -- we don't know when I'll get cleared to fly. Plus I want to surprise you."
"If you're sure," Marty said with a smile. "Just promise me you'll take it easy."
Angela thumped her walking cast against the table, gently. "I don't have a choice," she said. She smiled gently. "I'll miss you."
"You better," Marty said leaning in for a kiss.
Angela returned the kiss, then leaned her head on his shoulders. "At least you got to see me try to ski," she joked.
"Yes. It was the best five minutes ever," Marty replied as he stepped out of range of Angela's fists. "I don't think the ski lift operator will ever forget you. Gee. Look at the time. I better pack."
Marty hightailed it to the guest room before Angela could find a way to get off the couch and pummel him.
Angela tossed a pillow at his back and tried to get up, then settled back among the remaining 36 pillows.
She'd get him back when she got back to school.