Parker rolled over, awakening slowly.

Wrong! Wrong wrong wrong wrong oh god what? What the--?

After five minutes of freaking out, she got up and stared at herself in the mirror. Flexed a muscle. Checked her height. Six-two, six-three, maybe?

Then grinned.

( Still hot. )

Parker had walked into town with Ben, but abandoned him to the joys of the local hardware store in favor of the ice cream parlor next door. She'd appropriated a bench on the street, and was currently amusing herself watching passersby, mostly tourists who didn't understand the one-way streets or the tiny street signs ( Read more... )

Parker pulled out her phone and thumbed the speed-dial, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel as she pulled her Porsche into the drive at the Miller B&B. Unlike calls and letters earlier this month, this one was strictly business ( Read more... )

Parker had appropriated the porch swing, and was curled up on it, legs pulled up, glaring out at the beauty of the lake. Stupid swans. Stupid waves. Stupid willows. Everything was stupidShe ignored the mental voice that asked if everything was stupid, or if she was just frakking miserable. Hating everything for being stupid was easier on her ulcer ( Read more... )

Parker woke up early, the sun in her eyes, and for a moment didn't know where she was. The light was wrong for Rome, the bed was wrong for Moscow, the sounds were wrong for Fandom. She lay there, and finally closed her eyes, and it came back: Lake Catherine. She was at Ben's. Remembering made her so relieved that she turned over and went back to ( Read more... )

Parker got back from Hamlet's party, and opened up her computer to do some work... then got distracted by some of her new photos. Having talked about Sophia with Jack yesterday, she realized there was someone else she needed to check in with.

She sat down, and made a call to L.A.

*ring*

Might as well share the ... joy?

[for psycho_jackass]

Parker had managed to distribute four of her kids - Catie, Nick, Sophia, and Michael - to their respective fathers. Then put in a copy of the Princess Bride in the entertainment system, made sure Jeffrey had a computer, that Elaine wasn't sitting next to him, and that Ben wasn't hungry, before going into Room 234 to collapse, and then call Isabel ( Read more... )

Parker was now curled up on her bed, watching Ben with a kind of half-hypnotized disbelief as he beat all the upper levels on Indy500. Esme was nosing him, and being fed potato chips when he got distracted from the game.

The door was open. ( That was probably a mistake. )

Parker really, really shouldn't have been doing this. She knew that. But she just couldn't resist.

Ben was sweeping a few last errant leaves off the porch, his back to her as he employed his broom to good effect.

Pressing the red stone on the amulet, Parker began to sneak up on him.

( Sneak... sneak ... sneak... sneak... )

"Hi, Daddy."

( Happy Father's Day. )