Dr Jack Roman is (estel_crowned) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-01-16 04:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | aragorn |
Who: Jack
What: Getting some results
Where: His home
When: Currentish
Warnings/Rating: Language
The piece of land was already bought. All he needed now was a home. He could have one built (his father liked this idea) or perhaps have one of those modular homes made (he liked that idea) but it was finally a listing in the newspaper that caught his attention. He'd never thought of himself as a trailer man, but as soon as he saw it there was a little part of him that said yes. A little piece of americana, all to himself. He could already see Spot living there, the trailer parked out on his little piece of land, with him getting up in the morning and going to cook out in the fire pit he'd keep going in front of his place. Yes.
He didn't say it though. Jack needed to think about it, consider what he wanted and the realities of having such a home. Returning to his apartment, he gave Spot a good head scratch before sitting down to open his mail. Barely looking at the envelopes, he went through the motions, his mind still on the trailer he'd seen.
It wasn't until he was unfolding the letter and reading the words POSITIVE MATCH that he stopped enough to take a look at the letterhead. Positive. He swallowed as he stopped and read it a bit more carefully. 99.19% Accurate. Sample taken from MAN 1091438.2 indicates he is the father of MAN 1091439 and WOMAN 1091440. That was the number they'd given him. Pulling out his phone, he checked the other number against the number Val had given him. She was woman 1091440.
Val was his goddamn sister. Half or not, she was his sister. The paper fell from his hands to the top of the table and Spot whined from his place beside Jack, his head bumping into Jack's knee. Unfeeling hands reached down to rub Spot's head as he read over the letter again. Again. Again.
And then he picked up the phone to make two calls, the first to buy the trailer. Fuck what his father wanted.