Outside of Moscow: a dacha in the countryside, 9am local time
Parker is dancing to her iPod on the back porch, wearing Casimir's shirt.
No, he's not getting it back.
She's also making a few phone calls to friends today. Some people she IM'd earlier this week and so she doesn't need to talk to now.
One of them is just ending.
"...yeah, I'm having a good time, actually. Hitting the tourist attractions, however cliche'd."
"Germany, the G8 conference... No, he had a hard enough time getting accomodations for him and the geeks he needed, I wasn't necessary enough.... Oh, stuff."
A glance back toward the room where Casimir is still sleeping.
"What?"
"Reeeeally."
"No, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad?"
"Weiss, it's one date, and I'm not going to see you until at least September. If then... Maybe.... okay, yes, there is. No, I'm not telling you. No comparisons, remember?"
"No, it isn't. And no, it's not him. God knows where Jarod is, Isabel said he left Fandom last week...."
"I miss you too." Parker had stopped dancing, and her voice had lowered. "I wish things could be different."
Another long pause.
"I'll talk to you in a week or so, then. Say hi to your mom for me?"
Parker smiled, then closed her eyes. "Me too, you. Bye, Weiss."
And hung up.
[open for people returning phone calls, NFB due to being in Russia]
No, he's not getting it back.
She's also making a few phone calls to friends today. Some people she IM'd earlier this week and so she doesn't need to talk to now.
One of them is just ending.
"...yeah, I'm having a good time, actually. Hitting the tourist attractions, however cliche'd."
"Germany, the G8 conference... No, he had a hard enough time getting accomodations for him and the geeks he needed, I wasn't necessary enough.... Oh, stuff."
A glance back toward the room where Casimir is still sleeping.
"What?"
"Reeeeally."
"No, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad?"
"Weiss, it's one date, and I'm not going to see you until at least September. If then... Maybe.... okay, yes, there is. No, I'm not telling you. No comparisons, remember?"
"No, it isn't. And no, it's not him. God knows where Jarod is, Isabel said he left Fandom last week...."
"I miss you too." Parker had stopped dancing, and her voice had lowered. "I wish things could be different."
Another long pause.
"I'll talk to you in a week or so, then. Say hi to your mom for me?"
Parker smiled, then closed her eyes. "Me too, you. Bye, Weiss."
And hung up.
[open for people returning phone calls, NFB due to being in Russia]