Okay, so nearly finished my experiment into the joint world of SVM and Twilight, but this one is just SVM.

I had this idea in some conversations a while back with seastarr08, as this starts with a slightly similar theme to her The Amateur, which everyone should read if they haven't already.

So, without further ado ... I present:

Unknown Protocol.

"Callie, get your ass out of bed, now!"

When I heard no response, I banged loudly on the door before hearing something that resembled an 'I'm getting up' coming from her room. I smiled at what had become an all-too-regular routine and went downstairs to get my much-needed cup of coffee.

I was so grateful for automatic coffee pots.

After rejuvenating myself with the liquid gold, I began to feel more alive. I hadn't been sleeping very well for almost a month, possibly longer, and it was only getting worse as this day approached. I could have resorted to getting a prescription for sleeping tablets, but I didn't want to explain my problems to the doctor or be referred to some quack counsellor.

I heard the morning newspaper be delivered so I went to pick it up and read it at the kitchen table as I waited for Callie to come downstairs, her coffee already on the table since she preferred to drink it cold and a bowl of instant porridge pre-prepared and ready to be zapped in the microwave.

It was ten minutes later that she slopped into the kitchen, her limited edition Ugg boots scuffing along the stone floor. She was a few inches taller than me and had on a little make-up, her naturally blonde and wavy long hair tied messily up in a ponytail that no doubt took her fifteen minutes to perfect, and her iPhone in her hand. I raised my eyes at her outfit, however.

"What?" she asked, noticing my expression. "It's the last day of school. And I don't even know why I need to be there – none of the teachers are going to be bothered to do anything. They'll probably just make us watch crappy PG-rated movies because they can't be arsed to do a teaching plan."

She grabbed her cup of coffee, downing it in one large gulp before she poured another one to cool while she heated her porridge for the required two minutes.

"You have exams after the holiday," I pointed out, thinking about her pending AS level exams.

"Tell them that, not me!" she said in a triumphant tone to which I just rolled my eyes.

"And that's the reason you're wearing a skirt that barely covers your ass?" Her skirt was scandalously short, and was smaller than even I would have worn in my day. She sank down in the chair opposite me and waved a black leg at me, pointing at the material that covered her legs.

"I'm wearing tights!" she stated in a tone that suggested I was ignorant, stupid or three-years-old. "It's not as if anyone can see anything. And anyway, I wanted something comfortable to travel in."

"What's wrong with jeans?"

"This is much more comfortable. You know I prefer skirts."

I simply shook my head at her as she noisily ate her breakfast and slurped her coffee, obviously trying to piss me off.

"You're all packed?" I eventually asked when I could stand no more of her slurping or the banging of her spoon on the dish.

"Yes, I told you that last night."

"Fine. I'll book a taxi and meet you after school with our luggage."

"I don't know why I couldn't just meet you at Heathrow. Paddington's only a short tube ride from school and I could get the Express. I'm not a kid anymore; I'm more than capable of getting myself to the airport."

"I'm sure you are, Callie," I said in a bored tone. "But it's easier and more convenient if we just share a cab." I gave her a look to let her know that I wasn't going to back down.

"Fine, whatever. I'll meet you at four."

When Cal's phone chimed to announce the arrival of a new text message, I went back to reading the newspaper in an attempt to take my mind of our coming trip.

"So what are you doing today while I'm being tortured at school?"

I looked up to see her expectantly looking at me, her phone face down on the table in front of her. I let out a sigh and closed the newspaper.

"Working for a bit."

"And?"

"I'm meeting up with Alcide and his new girlfriend."

"Why?"

"Are you able to speak in words that have more than three letters?" It was her turn to give me an incredulous look. "We're friends."

"And the forthcoming vacation," she said, lengthening the words to make her point, "is nothing to do with your anxiety to see him?" She raised an eyebrow in a manner, which was so similar to her father and aunt and glared at me until I showed signs of giving in.

"He's bringing his new girlfriend, who I haven't met yet. And Amelia's coming as well."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I don't have to."

"You do realise that you're going to have to talk to me about this eventually. And I'm thinking that with fourteen hours of travelling ahead of us, you will have plenty of time."

"I know, Cal…"

"Look, mum, I know this is difficult for you, but I deserve to know."

I looked into my daughter's pale blue eyes and sighed, leaning forward and giving her hand a squeeze. "You're right, you do. And I should have told you everything years ago, but I was too afraid that you'd want to leave me."

"Why the hell would I do that! Mother, seriously, I love you, and I love London. I'm not going to run off with some bloke I don't know and move somewhere where my hair would frizz so easily."

I laughed at her and gave her hand one more squeeze. I looked up at the clock on the kitchen wall and gave her a look. "Time to leave maybe?"

"I was hoping you had forgotten," she admitted as she stuffed her phone in her over-sized handbag and made her way to the door. "See you later, and tell Alcide 'hi' from me."

"Will do, have fun at school!"

I heard her snort as she walked out the front door and slammed it behind her. I was well aware that she did that for the sole reason of pissing me off. After guzzling down another mug of coffee and finishing skimming through the newspaper, I set about doing some work. I found my notes from my previous experiment, pulled out the ingredients I needed and made three ever so slightly different versions of stilton and broccoli soup using frozen broccoli.

As was quite often the case, the first one I made had turned out to be the best, so I repeated the recipe, carefully measuring out the ingredients and writing down all my observations and timings. When completed I tried it again, happy with what I'd done. I let the soup cool and placed in a bag so that I could freeze it and eat when it was needed. I normally would have just had it for my own lunch, but since I was meeting up with friends for lunch, it wasn't necessary.

After showering, changing and making sure I looked half-decent, I left home and went to meet Amelia in the pub in Covent Garden where we'd secretly agreed to meet up in before we met up with Alcide and his new girlfriend. When I arrived, Amelia was already at the bar and chatting up some poor, unsuspecting suited victim who looked quite bemused by her.

"Hey, Meels," I announced as I walked up to her.

"Hey," she said, abruptly ending her conversation with the suit and turning to hand me the large glass of white wine she'd already bought for me. I took a large gulp as soon as I received it. "Someone looks like she needed that, and I'm guessing it's not Alcide that you're concerned about."

"No," I admitted. "And Callie called me on it this morning. I'm not going to have an option but to tell her everything on the plane."

"To be honest, it probably is better that she knows everything before she meets her father."

"I know." I led us to a table by the window of the pub and we sat down, placing my half-drunk glass of wine in front of me.

"So what do you think his bird is going to be like?"

I smiled at Amelia's use of British slang, and I was certain that she did it more when I was around.

"Knowing Alcide she'll be quite sweet, nice, and normal. He's not one to go for crazies."

Amelia snorted and I raised an eyebrow at her. "He was with you for over ten years!"

"Yeah, and I'm perfectly normal thankyouverymuch."

"For an American, maybe!"

Amelia and I often bickered about the difference between me being an American and her being a Brit, but it was (mostly) good-natured, and anyway, I felt quite at home since I'd lived in London for over fifteen years. I had never once returned to the USA and my accent had neutralised in the meantime. In fact, years before I'd applied for and gained British citizenship for Callie and myself, although we both had retained our American nationality as well.

"Bitch."

"You know it," she said with a smile. "So what's she called?"

"Maria-Star, I believe, though normally just referred to as Maria."

"That's a stupid bloody name, what is it with him and stupidly named women?" She gave me a wink when I scowled at her.

"I'd like to think unique and unusual. Who wants a common name? And it's not as if there are too many Alcide's running around this country."

"True, but then he is of French descent, so it can't be helped." Amelia and Alcide had always bickered over his being French more than she'd annoyed me about being American.

There was nothing like a bit of friendly xenophobia.

Once we'd downed out drinks we went to the restaurant where we'd agreed to meet up with Alcide and his new girlfriend.

Alcide and I had been together for nearly eleven years until we finally split a year ago. But in all honesty, I was sure that we both felt for the last couple of years we spent together that we were friends who were sleeping together rather than lovers who were friends.

Our relationship had always been built on friendship, and I'd initially been very protective over Callie, and in doing so wouldn't let anyone get too close to me. But I made a good friend in Amelia at University, and when we both graduated, she started working with Alcide, introducing us both and reassuring me that I could trust him.

We were probably friends for over a year before we started getting involved together romantically, and he let me move slowly, which I always was thankful for. But in the end, I think we both realised that we were better as friends, and I felt like it was wrong to carry on the pretence of our relationship.

After a couple of months apart when he first moved out of my house, we continued to see each other as friends. I was glad that Callie was old enough to understand that we just drifted apart, and it made us both glad that we'd each been quite marriage-phobic as that would have complicated matters to no end.

"There they are," Amelia whispered to me with a nudge as we entered the restaurant that sold 'Modern British Cuisine' – whatever the hell that was.

We walked over to the table where they were sitting, Alcide standing as soon as he saw us and Maria mimicking his movement. She seemed a few years younger than me – probably late twenties – but she was attractive, tall, slim and brunette with warm brown eyes and a smile on her face. I was pleased that I didn't immediately hate her.

"Sook, Meels, this is Maria." She smiled at us both and gave a nervous wave. I could only imagine that it would be difficult to meet the woman who had dated her boyfriend for such a long period of time. I know I wouldn't find it very easy. "Maria, please meet Sookie Stackhouse and Amelia Broadway."

We all shook hands politely and took out seats, the waiter coming to take our drinks order to which Amelia ordered another bottle of white wine for the three girls while Alcide went for his traditional beer. I never could get him to drink anything else than beer or the occasional whiskey and coke when he was normally already drunk. So much for French sophistication.

"You have a daughter, I understand?" Maria asked me with a brief glimpse at Alcide to make sure that the question was okay.

"I do. And she says hi, by the way," I added turning to Alcide briefly. "She's seventeen."

She looked shocked, but then it was a look I was very used to getting when people found out how old my daughter was. Not that it wasn't flattering when people assumed we were sisters, but I knew it was somewhat taboo that I'd had a baby at such a young age. "You don't look old enough to have a seventeen-year-old!"

"Please, don't flatter her anymore," Alcide interjected and I gave him a fake scowl.

"I was sixteen when I had her." I told Maria. "She's a great kid: smart, outgoing, hard-working, sporty. I wouldn't have it any other way."

It was true that my life would be very different if I hadn't fallen pregnant with Callie. For a start, I'd probably never have left Louisiana, let alone the country, and I probably wouldn't be the successful food writer I now was.

"What about her dad?"

It was an innocent question, but it was the one I had avoided for nearly eighteen years. "Still in the States. He doesn't know about her."

I could feel Alcide's eyes on me, but I tried to ignore him.

"Wow," was Maria's stunned response. I could see that she had more questions but obviously didn't want to offend me by asking any of them. I let out a sigh and took a large swig of the wine the waiter had brought to the table.

"Alcide never approved of me not telling him about his daughter, and I seem to remember him and I having more than one argument about it." I gave him a pointed look and raised a challenging eyebrow.

"Well, you're going to have to tell him now, aren't you?" Alcide countered.

I looked away from him, knowing quite how right he was. "I know."

I looked back to Maria who looked confused. It was Amelia that continued the commentary. "Sookie's hot brother is getting married in her home town in Louisiana next weekend and Sook and Callie are going. It just so happens that the baby-daddy is her brother's boss so will also be at the wedding." More bosses' boss since Eric owned the company he worked for, but Jason and him had always been friends and I assumed that Eric took pity on him and gave my brother a job.

"But why hasn't your brother mentioned anything before to him?" Maria asked.

I smiled thinking about what I'd said to Jason all those years before. "My brother isn't the sharpest tool in the shed," I told her to which Alcide and Amelia both nodded in wholehearted agreement. "He's sweet, but he's not the smartest. And he's also hugely self-centred, so even thinking about anyone else generally took too much effort for his brain to manage."

"You're being far too kind to him," Alcide said. I looked into his green eyes to see them dancing with humour.

"But for all his bad points, he is definitely hot." Amelia announced to the table. "I certainly wouldn't kick him out of bed."

"You didn't!" I said giving her a nudge in the ribs. "And if I remember correctly the only reason he did leave was because he had to catch his plane to go home as he missed his sports."

Amelia snorted once more. "Yeah, I remember trying to teach him the offside rule, but he just couldn't understand it. Said that 'soccer' was a girl's game and not like his 'football'. I took him to watch a rugby game the day after. That was just hilarious." I had to admit, even after fifteen years I could still not understand 'football' or rugby or cricket. But then I never did like sports like that.

"But anyway," I continued, turning my attention back to Maria, "my brother knows all about my daughter, but I told him that her father was just some guy I met, some student on his way through Louisiana. Jason never really questioned me or forced me to seek child-support or anything."

"So the dad," she queried, "did he not realise that you were pregnant with his child?" Amelia gave me a supportive handhold, which was quickly noticed by Maria. "I'm sorry; I don't mean to be nosey. You really don't have to tell me." She looked upset as she thought she was pushing me.

It was true that it was a story that only Amelia and Alcide knew the full version of, but the shit was about to hit the fan so I might as well get used to talking about it. "It's okay; I need to tell this all to my daughter later so call it a trial run!"

I gave her a warm smile and we ordered our meals before I continued. "Eric – Callie's dad – was my best friend's older brother. Pam and I had known each other since kindergarten, and Eric was four and a half years older than us. He was always off doing his own thing and I never really saw much of him as a kid. He went away to college, and I saw even less of him after that. But when I was fifteen – he'd of been twenty at the time – we started to fool around together."

"You were fifteen? Doesn't that make it rape or something? He was taking advantage of you!" I could see Maria's anger at Eric, but I had never seen it that way.

"I was a bit of an early starter when it came to boys. I lost my virginity when I was fourteen to a boy in my class, and I'd developed a bit of a crush on Eric, so when he started to show an interest I just went with it."

"Still …"

"I know. And I'm really worried that Callie is going to have the same thoughts."

"Callie's a sensible girl, Sook." Alcide told me gently. "She'll understand. And you know, kids these days are more liberated than you were in the early nineties living in Northern Louisiana."

"Anyways," I continued. "We were fooling around together at the Christmas break, and then when he came back in the summer we started again. We never told anyone about it, least at all Pam or anyone in either of our families. I'm sure you can imagine that they would not have been impressed, his in particular.

"Being a naïve kid, I was on the pill, but we never used condoms. I actually believed Eric when he told me that he 'didn't get on with them' so we just didn't use them. I also didn't realise the implications of taking antibiotics when on the pill."

"Ah."

"Yeap. Three months later, I realise that I haven't had my period for a few months and I stole a pregnancy test from the drug store. I hated resorting to stealing, but I'd been far too embarrassed to pay for it, and if anyone had found out, I would have been forced to give her up. And not to mention the fact that Eric would have found out."

"What did you do?" Maria asked with genuine interest.

"I left home and went to live with family in New Orleans."

"Your parents let you leave?"

"They died when I was only seven, and Jason and I had been living with my Gran since then. However, she died the summer before and I was left in the care of my brother as he was over eighteen. It made me very independent as Jason, more often than not, was never really around so I had to fend for myself from an early age. When I announced to him that I was going to live in New Orleans with my aunt Linda and her daughter Hadley, I think he was relieved. He moved back to our parents' home and he went about wasting his share of the insurance money we'd received from our parents."

"How is Hadley these days?" Amelia interrupted. "You haven't mentioned her recently."

"Hadley – yes, dear Hadley is back in rehab for what must be the third time this year alone and it's only April! My cousin," I clarified for Maria's benefit, "is two years older than me and doesn't have a responsible bone in her body. She's much like Jason in that respect. Don't get me wrong, I love her to bits and she was great to me when I had Callie – helping me carry on with school and babysitting when my aunt got sick – but she fell into alcohol and drugs and has never been able to stay away from them. She has her own son but he's living with his father."

"So how long have you been living in the UK? I know Alcide said you'd known each other a long time."

"I moved with Callie when I was eighteen. The insurance money came through for me, which had been held in trust since my parent's death, and I used it to start a new life. I rented a tiny flat in London and went to university, which is where I met this bitch here." I nudged Amelia who did the same back.

In all honesty, I was painfully aware that if I hadn't met Amelia things would have been a lot worse for me. I found it difficult to trust anyone at first, but Amelia – a London native – took me under her wing and when my lease was up on the tiny flat I rented for Callie and I, she let me move in with her for a reduced rent. She also proved to be a more than adequate babysitter, which allowed me to get a job, and she got me my first job working for her father's newspaper in London when we graduated.

"We were both studying English lit and journalism," Amelia clarified for Maria, "and when my dad needed a junior food writer for his newspaper, I suggested that Sook here do the job since she was such an awesome cook."

"You flatter me…" I told her dramatically, placing my hand over my heart and pretending to look humble.

"Shit," Maria said in obvious recognition, "you're S. Stackhouse?"

"Yeap," I said, popping the 'p'. "The one any only!" I took a fake bow and Amelia and Alcide both mockingly applauded me.

I'd come on a long way from those early days as a junior writer for Copley Carmichael's small London newspaper: writing now for the glossy weekend supplements of national newspapers as well as writing numerous cookery books and the odd appearance on television. Television was not something I enjoyed, but my publishers had told me on more than one occasion that I needed to increase my exposure, so I dutifully did as I was told.

"Restaurants must hate it when you come in!" Maria stated to which I laughed.

"I'm not a chef or a food critic, but I have been considering going into the latter."

"You don't want to work as a chef?"

"I have no formal cookery training. Everything I know comes from what my Gran taught me as a kid. And anyway, I don't think I could work to that much pressure! I don't like anyone watching me when I cook, something Alcide learned to his detriment on a few occasions!"

He laughed, leaned in close to his girlfriend and spoke in a stage whisper. "She threatened me with a large knife on more than one occasion. The woman is dangerous!"

"I'm not as dangerous as Amelia; she could kill the whole lot of you with one of her dishes."

"Hey, I'm not that bad a cook."

It was my turn to laugh at her comment. "Meels, you could burn water given half the chance!" she scowled at me as the waiter came and brought us all our starters.

"So Sookie," Maria asked when our plates had been cleared away by the efficient table staff, "your daughter's dad … he has never found out that he has a child?"

Alcide gave me a look but I ignored him. "No one else knows. I only told Jason about Callie once I was safely in the UK and he wasn't smart enough to work out when Callie had been conceived."

"But you're seeing him next weekend at the weekend?"

"Yeah," I said with a heavy heart. "Jason has told me that him and his wife have been invited."

"He's married? Does he have his own kids?"

"No idea, I understand he got married about four or five years ago. Although to make things just that bit worse," I said in an aggravated tone. "He is married to a distant relative of mine. She's called Claudine and from what I remember of her and from what Jason has since told me, she looks like a fucking supermodel."

Claudine had lived in a nearby town, and our grandfathers had been first cousins, meaning that we shared great-great-grandparents. She was around the same age as me, and I always remembered her being gorgeous whenever I would see her. And she was nice with it, kind and generous, always wanting to know how I was.

"Jealous much?" Amelia asked.

"I always was of Claudine. Everyone who knew who she was – Eric included – were completely in love with her or wanted to be her best friend. She had this goddamned ethereal, otherworldly quality about her. I supposed that I shouldn't have been surprised that she ended up marrying someone like Eric. He was kind of hot as well."

"So what are you going to do when you see him?" Amelia asked. "He does have a right to know that he has a daughter."

"I've been telling her that one for years," Alcide interjected.

"I know. And I also know that I should have done it many years ago."

"It would make this thing now that much easier," he pointed out.

"Maybe, but who knows what he would have done back then if I did tell him. If I'd told him when Callie was just a baby he would have had access to expensive lawyers, and what if he had tried to take her away from me? I just couldn't risk that."

"You know that the courts would never take a child away from its mother without due cause." Amelia told me softly.

"I know, and I don't know enough of the law in Louisiana or here to know what would have happened if Eric had demanded it. He always was a strong personality and had a tendency to get what he wanted. Me included," I added quietly. "As for what I do now, I really don't know."

"You're going to talk to Callie about that?" Alcide asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to. It's more about her now than either Eric or I, and she's old enough to make her own decisions."

"It'll be easiest if you can control the situation," Maria said softly, "you know, do it on your terms rather than letting it come out on its own."

"You're probably right there. Cal looks a lot like me, but I see so much of her dad and his sister in her. In fact sometimes she really looks like Pam."

"You never saw your friend again?"

"No, and I'm sure I completely pissed her off. We'd been best friends for years, so she was concerned when I suddenly announced to her that I was leaving. She knew that something was up and tried to convince me to stay with her parents. She thought it was something to do with Jason, but I obviously couldn't live with her considering my plight."

I looked away from the others and stared at the fork on the table in front of me. It had been a very sudden decision to leave. I really didn't know what to do and I had no one to talk to. In the end, it was Hadley that I confided in, who told her mom and they invited me to stay with them. Running was the easier option than facing what I had done.

"The stupid thing is," I continued, "is that Pam's family probably would have taken me in if they didn't know the father. They were always really good to me and like the parents I didn't have."

The waiter interrupted me by bringing our next course, and I continued talking through mouthfuls of food.

"Anyway, I left to go to New Orleans, and gave Pam the address and number, but I never answered the phone to her or responded when she wrote. I felt bad in doing so, but I had to do it. I had to break all ties with Bon Temps, and since Pam is Callie's aunt and much smarter than Jason, she might have figured it out."

"Are you going to see her as well while you're over there?" Amelia asked me in a break from chewing.

"Probably. It's a small town, and I can only imagine that me coming home with a seventeen-year-old daughter is going to cause some ripples. I'm half-tempted to just book us into a hotel in New Orleans and only turn up for the wedding, but Jason is insistent that I spend time in Bon Temps and get to know his future wife. Of course, as you can probably assume, he's only marrying her because she's pregnant, but he's been with her for a few years, which by Jason's standards is a very long time." I gave Amelia a pointed look as she smirked back at me.

"How long are you going for?" Maria asked once our plates were clear.

"Two weeks. Although I don't really intend on spending the whole time in Louisiana and I'm positive I can tempt Callie away with shopping trips to New York. She has plans on buying an additional suitcase while she's over there."

"You're going to have an interesting time over there!" she commented with a smile.

"You're telling me!"

For the rest of the meal I managed to move the topic of conversation away from me, and Maria told us about herself. She worked as a freelance photographer and I made a mental note to have a look at her photography as I'd had a falling out with the photographer I'd used on my last cookery book, and I was considering hiring someone else anyway.

"So what do you think of her?" Amelia asked once we'd left Alcide and Maria outside the restaurant.

I had to admit, that I really did like her, and she seemed perfect for Alcide. "I actually like her. She seems great for him, and I can tell that he likes her."

"No jealousy then?" she asked, squeezing my arm as we walked towards the Covent Garden tube station.

"No. I thought that there might be, to be honest, but I'm happy for him."

"You're really not kidding, are you?"

"No, I'm not. He deserves to be happy; he's a good guy. And if we can remain friends, it's all the better."

I opted to get off at the same tube stop as Amelia and walk the remaining mile or so to my townhouse.

"It'll be okay, Sook," she reassured me as we approached the turn of for her apartment. "I think Maria was right in saying that you need to control the situation when you tell him. Make sure that he doesn't find out and make assumptions before you get the chance to tell him. And you'll probably want to do it alone, or at least without his wife there."

"You've got a good point there."

"And if you need me, you know that I'm on the end of the phone, day or night. And if it gets really desperate I'll come over and kick his ass myself!"

I gave her a sorrowful smile and she pulled me into a tight hug. "You'll be okay. Just stay strong. Callie's going to be on your side, she'll understand."

"I hope so. I guess I'll see you in a few weeks. Try not to eat too much chocolate over Easter!"

"Are you serious? My apartment is already full of the stuff! Have a good one."

I waved goodbye to Amelia and took a slow walk back to my house. Once there, I took a quick shower and finished off packing my belongings, and grabbing my laptop so that I could hopefully still do some work while I was away.

At ten to four, the taxi arrived and I made my way to pick up Callie, who was standing by the school gates talking to a tall, thin, pale but handsome looking boy with messy golden-brown hair. I could see from Callie's posture that she liked the boy and I took a sneaky photo on my phone before they both noticed my arrival.

"Are you ready baby?" I called from the taxi as I got out, knowing that my use of the pet name would embarrass her.

"Yes, mother!" she hissed as she glared at me. I struggled to keep the grin off my face.

The boy quickly disappeared once I'd reached my daughter, but I noticed her watching him as he left. It was kind of cute, and I partly wished that I'd been able to have those experiences.

"Okay?" I asked with my best innocent expression as we climbed back into the taxi to head to Heathrow.

"No, I hate you."

"You don't mean that, honeykins!" I went to grab her cheek but she slapped me away.

"Stop embarrassing me! Seriously."

"Going to tell me about him?"

"Not a chance."

"We'll see," I told her with a smile.

"I'm not telling you about my love life," she snapped.

"I was going to tell you about mine, so I thought we could have a fair exchange."

She gave me a quizzical look. "You're going to tell me about my dad?"

"Yeah, though can we wait until we're on the plane? I think I may need a few drinks first."

So, back to Louisiana after over fifteen years ... And not to mention a talk on the plane ...

Hope you've liked it, I'd love to know your thoughts, comments or queries.

;)