"Dinner was wonderful Mrs. McGinnis. I should go my papa said he'd be here around 7:30 or so and wanted me to be home to help with the rest of the stuff," said Jaci we she had finished helping Terry clear the table. "You're welcome to come back another time Jaci and I'd love to meet your family," replied Mrs. McGinnis. Jaci's smile dimmed a bit at the word family but she still seemed cheerful. Terry noticed that and set down the dish he had been holding. He headed toward the door with Jaci. "Hey if you want I can show you around town tomorrow," he said when they were in the hall. "Are you sure I wouldn't be a bother?" she asked blushing a bit. "No I'd enjoy it," He replied.
"Thank you Terry, how 'bout elevenish if you're up that early on a Saturday?" she suggested.
"That works for me. I guess I'll see you then," She nodded and went to her apartment. When he got back in to his apartment, his mom started talking at him.
"What apartment is she in? I'd like to take her family some cookies some time."
"There two doors down on the left."
"She was such a sweet girl, and Matt really liked her. It's nice to see kids like that now a days. Most are too busy to help with the little things like dishes. She volunteered to help even thou she was a guest. I wonder what her parents are like. They must be wonderful people to raise such a sweet girl." She kept going but Terry tuned her out.
Jaci went in to her apartment to wait for her father. "Might as well start unpacking," she said to herself. Opening a box she ran her hand over the contains. The door opened. Turning to the door, "So what to you think of it papa?" she said with her back to the door. The man at the door smiled, "It needs some furniture and dusting, but it is a nice apartment." He said turning on the lights, "The pictures are in that box." "I know papa. I felt the frames," said Jaci with an icy tone. Richard Grayson came to stand next to her, "I'm sorry Jaci. You know how I forget it." "I call it selective memory," she said quite enough to not be heard by the old man. "I take care of the pictures. Why don't you start on another box." He said placing a hand on her shoulder. Jaci grunted and went to another box. "These are your clothes right papa?" "Yes," said Dick as he moved the pictures in to one of the two bedrooms in the apartment, "I'll put those in my room." "No I can take them if you show me," she said defiantly. "No I will put them in my room where I want them," said her father strongly. "FINE what can I do?" she almost yelled. "Find all your stuff and put it in the other room," he replied slightly calmer than his daughter. She walked to another stack of boxes and opened the top one. It was her books, ICC and at the bottom one of the most important things in her life, and favorite outfit. She quickly brought it in to her room and hid the box so he couldn't find it.