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Last week had been very, very long. But surprisingly not quite as bad as it could have been. The trip to South Africa and all that went with it had kept Natalie nice and focused on things that weren't heartache and contemplation. She figured Peter was pleased. Someone had to be and besides, she had really gotten a whole lot of work stuff done while avoiding her personal life. Didn't have to deal with it if she was falling exhausted into bed every night.
But she wasn't going to do that tonight. Didn't have to distract herself, either. Because her parents were visiting for a Thanksgiving dinner with a Haitian twist. And to see where their daughter lived now. It was weird, in a lot of ways, not in the least because somehow she wasn't just a daughter now, but an equal. She had an apartment and a job doing important things, and bodyguards to call, and knowledge that her parents didn't have. It was a shift in their dynamics.
But it wasn't a total one. And it was so good to have them there.
[ooc: NFB, but can be open for all that usual stuff, sure, if you want to deal with my SP until tomorrow afternoon omg.]
But she wasn't going to do that tonight. Didn't have to distract herself, either. Because her parents were visiting for a Thanksgiving dinner with a Haitian twist. And to see where their daughter lived now. It was weird, in a lot of ways, not in the least because somehow she wasn't just a daughter now, but an equal. She had an apartment and a job doing important things, and bodyguards to call, and knowledge that her parents didn't have. It was a shift in their dynamics.
But it wasn't a total one. And it was so good to have them there.
[ooc: NFB, but can be open for all that usual stuff, sure, if you want to deal with my SP until tomorrow afternoon omg.]
