Communication
Rating: Back down to PG
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Brother:
Jeez, where have you been! You've been away at school for four weeks now, and you haven't emailed me yet! And don't say it's because you've been busy, because I KNOW that even with school work and sports, you've probably had more than enough time to get into trouble. For heaven's sake, even your roommate's emailed me.
Oh, about that... I want to meet this Ed person, just to make sure he's not being mean to you. I'm sure he's not, but still.
Mama sends her love, and Dad's off in Paris, but I'm sure he'd send his, too.
Al
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Al, who the hell told you about Ed? If Dad finds out, I'm DEAD. So do me a favor and don't say a word, kiddo. Otherwise, painful death will be carried out on you and your immortal soul.
Sorry, for not talking to you earlier, but things have gotten so weird here. Ed's roommate is a confirmed psychopath or something, and Lucifer (a friend of mine) says it's due to sexual repression. I think they're all nuts. Ed's being just as weird about him: he's forbidden me to report Ashton (the roommate) to the campus police, saying some bullshit about how this is private. Not like I would report him, seeing as I want to beat him into a messy pulp with my own two hands.
Talk to you later
Jean
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Iden told me about Ed. Please don't hurt him about that. But seriously, why didn't you tell me yourself? I know you're still guilty about Alyssa, but that doesn't mean that you can't find someone else. It's not like you two were MARRIED or anything... Uncle Paul's reading over my shoulder right now, and he says that Dad won't get angry at you for dating another guy. Sleeping with one, possibly, but you're old enough to make your own decisions.
Anyway, Mom wants me to come visit you, even though you're way up there and I'm way down here. She says that it would be a good undergrad school for me to go to if I was still crazy enough to go into chemical biology.
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Please tell me that me dating Ed isn't going to become a family scandal. If it is, I'm packing my bags and moving to Saskatchewan.
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Where's Saskatchewan?
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No idea. But sure. Little Sibs weekend is... in a couple of weeks. Two weeks from Friday. You'll have to take a plane up (either from Cincy airport or maybe Columbus, or even Dayton, if you get lucky) to Boston. Tell Uncle Paul that he's coming with you – he can piddle around in Arkham while you're hanging out with me, and maybe we can go to dinner at some point. I know it'll be expensive to fly at such short notice, but hey.
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Uncle Paul says that he's paying for the both of us. Thank god there's a corporate lawyer in the family. We have the tickets, and we'll be getting into Boston at about 6:30. We're leaving ridiculously early in the morning, too. Unfortunately, I have to miss two days of school, but the councilor says that this counts as a college visit, so I shouldn't worry.
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All right, kiddo. See you then.