Celwriter: It's just getting better and better. This isn't the climax, but
it's almost there.
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Chapter 20
Cel looked up at Mort, her face filled with innocence.
"Celeste," Mort said, "I thought that I told you that it's kind of early to be going out with Richard."
"I know, but we will be in a public place and I really don't think that it's that big of a deal."
"How do you know that he's taking you to the movies and not to do something else?"
"Dad!!!!! I won't let him."
"How? He's a guy and a lot stronger and older than you."
"I took self-defense classes. I'll be fine, dad, don't worry."
"What time will you be coming home? Four, 4:30?"
"He's picking me up at five so we should be home by 8:00."
"Don't you think that's kind of late?" Mort asked, "After all, you are only 15."
"Dad, I can take care of myself!!!" Cel stomped off, angry that her father was trying to pry.
As she reached her room, she thought Well isn't that what fathers are supposed to do?
Yes, but that doesn't mean that I have to like it.
Just be happy that he likes you enough to become the father he is.
I would rather he stay out of my business and not act like a father.
Really? Would you like him to not love you enough to wish to protect you? Would you like him to not care if Shooter gets you or not?
That's not what I mean.
Are you sure? Maybe you should think about it. /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
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"I told you Mister Rainey, I told you," Shooter said, approaching Mort, who was sitting on the couch, head in his hands.
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Celwriter: This suspense is killing you? Well, then I have succeeded. Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead.
I got you, didn't I? I won't stop until this story stops roaming around in my head trying to get out.
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Chapter 20
Cel looked up at Mort, her face filled with innocence.
"Celeste," Mort said, "I thought that I told you that it's kind of early to be going out with Richard."
"I know, but we will be in a public place and I really don't think that it's that big of a deal."
"How do you know that he's taking you to the movies and not to do something else?"
"Dad!!!!! I won't let him."
"How? He's a guy and a lot stronger and older than you."
"I took self-defense classes. I'll be fine, dad, don't worry."
"What time will you be coming home? Four, 4:30?"
"He's picking me up at five so we should be home by 8:00."
"Don't you think that's kind of late?" Mort asked, "After all, you are only 15."
"Dad, I can take care of myself!!!" Cel stomped off, angry that her father was trying to pry.
As she reached her room, she thought Well isn't that what fathers are supposed to do?
Yes, but that doesn't mean that I have to like it.
Just be happy that he likes you enough to become the father he is.
I would rather he stay out of my business and not act like a father.
Really? Would you like him to not love you enough to wish to protect you? Would you like him to not care if Shooter gets you or not?
That's not what I mean.
Are you sure? Maybe you should think about it. /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
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"I told you Mister Rainey, I told you," Shooter said, approaching Mort, who was sitting on the couch, head in his hands.
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Celwriter: This suspense is killing you? Well, then I have succeeded. Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead.
I got you, didn't I? I won't stop until this story stops roaming around in my head trying to get out.
