Willow was back for Homecoming, of course. She wanted to see her friends again, and all the things that she missed about the island, like the squirrels and of course coffee
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After the scene with Marty and Abby in the hotel, Angela just needed air. She wandered through town until she found the Perk, where she ordered a chai latte and promptly began to season it with the salt of her tears.
Willow got a sad, distracted wave by way of greeting.
Willow looked at Angela in a concerned fashion. "Are you okay? Have you considered trying Taster's Choice coffee? I think the guy who delivers it is already dating his neighbor but it's very refreshing all the same."
"I ... I don't know, Willow," Angela said. "We were fine since my sister started recovering from her car crash injuries, but now my fling with Bel has come back to haunt me, and I don't know who my daughter's father is. And she's acting out." Angela sighed. 'Teenagers are so difficult."
"Wow, that's almost as bad as the time I took that cruise that ended up being a whole lot like that movie with the annoying Celine Dion song, only miraculously without copyright violations," Willow said. "Though I'll never understand where the icebergs came from since we were theoretically traveling through a tropic zone."
"You went on one of those?" Angela asked brightly. "We were booked but ended up not going because Marty's older half-brother was in a coma. Who, of course, turned out not to really be his half-brother, he was just out for Marty's share of the diamond mines, but you know how that goes."
"Of course," Willow said. "It's like that time I got into a catfight with Isabel over which one of us was entitled to the biggest profits from our father's oil wells and we ended up falling into the pool. Which was amzing considering we were in a library when it happened."
"Isabel's your sister?" Angela asked, confused. "I don't think I realized that. Didn't that make things complicated when she had that affair with ... you know?"
"I didn't know until last May," Willow said. "But yeah, it'd be a total fib if I said that her nearly sleeping with my son didn't make things a little weird. I'm used to drama but Greek tragedy is a whole 'nother level."
"Oh, ugh, I know," Angela said sympathetically. "To be honest, I had a close call with Marty's half-brother. I was trying to pretend to seduce him to see about the money, but somehow he got me into bed for real. If the earthquake hadn't interrupted us and put me into a coma I don't know if I could look in the mirror."
"Was that when you were taking that special vacation to Greece in order to get the cursed emerald?" Willow asked. "Or am I thinking of something else? That often happens ever since I've had amnesia."
"No, you're close," Angela said sympathetically. "It was a cursed sapphire. Amnesia's so rough, though. I once had it and forgot how old my children were."
"That's awful," Willow said. "You know it turns out I had a husband I had no idea about. Which was why my fifth attempt to marry Peter totally bombed. Though not as badly as the time the wife I didn't know about showed up while we were at the alter. You'd think I'd remember going gay in college but apparently it never came up until someone in a city that was very similar to ours yet in a electronically different location had it happen to them first."
Angela clucked her tongue. "I know someday you and Peter will make it work. You could even be like Marty and I, and get married by a ship's captain just before he ships out to war, as missiles fly through the sky. But what's an electronically different location?"
"You know," Willow told her. "One of those places where they go by different letters and the people who live there use a brand of detergent that doesn't have the awesome power of Tide with Bleach ALternative, now in the scent of fresh mountain breeze?"
"Oh!" Angela said, comprehending. "Or where all the phone numbers start with 222 instead of 555? I don't like those places. Once Abby went on a camping trip to one of them and came back with preservative-filled Sunny Delite, instead of the clearly superior Hawaiian Punch."
Willow got a sad, distracted wave by way of greeting.
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