Lisa took her time heading home, ducking into a favored store to grab a change of clothes and bag what she was wearing. She went to her usual purveyor of fine liquors with flexible legal adherence for celebrities, and grabbed the best bottle of scotch they had.
And she still had far too much time on her hands. She decided to call home. It felt way too long between rings.
A male voice answers. "Graves residence."
"Hey Thomas, it's Lisa, I--"
"This is not your brother." The reply cuts her off.
"...oh. Hello father." Her grip on the receiver tightens. "Is Thomas available?"
"He's out to dinner. He had a date with Mister Reed's daughter."
Big brother dating their father's boss' daughter? That can't have been Thomas' idea. "I see." She pauses again, her unease twisting in her stomach as she can picture his stare. "How is everyone?"
"We are all fine. Everything is perfectly in order. Are there any messages you would like me to give your mother or your siblings?"
"...no. I'll try some other time. Goodbye." She hangs up, then grabs a pillow off her couch and screams into it.
It will be a long and uneasy night, but she'll sleep eventually.
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