aka The Frazzled Mom
Vainglorious and arrogant, Karl approached Crissa with mind made up. “You aren’t going.”
“Who the hell are you? Where do you get off telling me what to do? You aren’t—”
“Don’t say it—”
“—father!” she spat out.
He glared at her before his features softened. Quietly, he explained, “This reboot is a phase. It won’t last. The convention will be a waste of time. If you want me around, you need to respect my wishes. You want the real thing. I’m right here!”
Crissa sighed heavily. “Look, you want to go? Go. The door is unlocked. It’s been unlocked for months now. I’ve told you. I really like you, Karl. You’re a great guy. Just because I happen to like this reboot and the new cast, doesn’t mean I like you any less. And it won’t replace you, either. Okay?”
Karl’s jaw clenched and released until he answered, “All right.”
She gave him a hug. “Why don’t you get some fresh air? Take a walk around the place. It’s big, a few acres, in fact. Lots of nice woods to get lost in for a while. You’ll love it. When you get back, I’ll have lunch ready in a basket so we can have a picnic. It’ll be fun. Just the two of us.”
He felt his body relax, the tension melt away. At last he was getting somewhere. She was finally understanding. He’d resisted before, but now felt like the right time. He leaned in and kissed her.