Carriage House Rm 3, Wednesday night
Meg's day was a lazy one. She'd soaked in a tub, cleaned her room, painted her toenails, and sprawled around on her bed researching open adoption on her laptop.
She certainly wasn't expecting her cell phone to ring. Only a few choice people knew the number.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Meg," her father said, his voice oddly soft.
"...dad?"
"Before you ask, Lizzie gave me your number." Not that she'd had much of a choice. "I want to talk to you, reasonably. So a moment of your time, please?"
This did not sound like her father. It was her father... only he was almost pleasant. Oh, god, he found out about the money.
"What?" Meg asked, apprehensively.
"Meg, we would like you to come home-"
"No. I'm sorry, but no."
"Your mother-"
"Doesn't want me to have this baby," she said, her voice unsteady.
"So you are still pregnant?"
"Yes."
She could hear her father sigh. "Meg, come home, there is something we need to discuss. It's important and your place is there."
"You made it very clear -- wait, what do you mean, there?"
"I've arranged to meet you. Please, come and listen to what I have to say. I'm in New Orleans..." he told her the address of the hotel he was staying at but Meg's heart was beating too hard to write it down. She was... very much taken aback. "You need to repent, Meg..."
"No. I can't. No."
"I will be here for as long-"
Meg hung up on him and then flung her cell phone against her wall, smashing it.
Repent. That's what all this was about to him. She'd sinned and needed to confess and... "God!" she exclaimed, furious. And he was waiting for her?
She needed a gun. She needed a gun and then she'd go to New Orleans and kill him herself. Grabbing her jacket, she opened her door and slammed it shut. She needed some air and a walk would help to cool her down.
[Establishy unless you want to run into her in the hallway or something.]