More casual questions were asked and then Paul and I offered to do the dishes as my parents cleaned up the table and then went downstairs.
"I'm sorry they were asking you so many questions, they just want to get to know you better." I say as I hand Paul a plate to dry and I pick up another and scrub it.
"Ah its fine love, I understand." he says while drying the plate and then puts it on the counter.
"Next time it'll be your turn to ask them questions." I say and he laughs while we continue to do the dishes.
"I'm fine with not asking any, I learned some stuff about them tonight." he says with a smile and I nod. We eventually finish the dishes and put them away. We go back to my room and lay down on my bed. Paul gets up and picks out a record and puts it on, it was some Elvis one. I get up and get my clothes I had bought today, cut the tags off and hung them up in my closet or folded them up and put em in my dresser. I still wonder why Paul bought me that dress, it honestly isn't something I'd wear or would be all that courageous to wear. But it was a gift and I'm not going to complain about it, because that'd be rude and disrespectful. I just don't know if I'll ever wear it, he didn't need to buy it for me, I wasn't even planning on buying it, I put it back because it was so expensive and not really something I'd wear. Oh well.. Paul was looking around at the pictures I had on my wall, pictures from when I was little, ones with Holly, ones with my brothers and sister and other family.
"Alright, so who's who?" paul asks me holding up a recent picture of my siblings and I.
"That's Sarah, that's Matt and that's Cody." I say and point to each one, explaining who was who, their ages, if they were married with kids or not, and their jobs and Paul nods understanding what I had just explained.
"Your sister and you look a lot alike, except for she's a brunette." Paul says and I nod and return to putting clothes away. I get done and plop down on my bed and look at the clock, and it was now 6 o'clock.
"When do you want to go back to the hotel, love?" he asks me.
"Doesn't matter." I answer.
"Okay, make sure you bring your swimsuit though." he says with a mischievous grin and I hesitantly nod and he laughs, but doesn't tell me why. We lay there on the bed silently, side by side and listen to the rest of the record and decide to leave. I grab my bag and throw some clothes, toothbrush and all that stuff and my swimsuit in and we say goodbye to my parents and get in the car and head for the hotel.
