WHO: Camila Marple & Gregory Marple. WHEN: Backdated to a while ago. WHERE: Breakfast at the Marple house. SUMMARY: Camila talks to her dad about her new job. WARNINGS: None.
It was one of those lazy weekend mornings where breakfast stretched on forever and getting up from the table didn’t feel like a necessity. As Camila finished reading an article in the Arts & Leisure section she folded the paper over and watched her father across the table.
“So, what’s new at work?”
“Well, we’ve gotten most of our kittens adopted out.” Gregory offered as he was finishing up his hashbrowns. “There’s the Eli and Megan situation, but he’s continued to be professional.”
Camila grimaced as she swallowed another gulp of orange juice. “I don’t see how they’re going to resolve some of that.” Then again was it really any of her business?
Gregory sighed wistfully at the thought. “It's hard, certainly. If you're not in the same page and not able to meet, there's not much to do.”
“Sometimes things just don’t work out.” She shoved the remnants of her toast across her plate. “So, that job I applied for with Rhett Wyatt, I told you about that right?”
“Oh, yes, the assistant position.” He smiled bright as he focused in on his daughter. “Have you heard back?”
Camila nodded. “I got the job.”
Gregory's entire person lit up. “That's wonderful! We should do something to celebrate! Have you told your mother yet?”
“No not yet,” she shook her head with a slight smile. “I’m still trying to get back into the working mind set.”
“Well I'm certain you'll find it. You've always had your mother's mind work work.” He chuckled fondly. “Do you want a dinner, ice cream, are you too old for me to take you for ice cream now with the family?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be too old for ice cream. Thanks, dad. I’d take that and the dinner if I could get it. Might as well stock up on family time while I’m still here.” Another shove of the toast.
He paused for a moment, tempering his excitement. “This is a good thing, right? You seem a little... lackluster on it.”
“The money is good, Rhett is a decent person, nice even.” So she ought to have been please really. “Life has just been a lot lately. So many big changes. I don’t know.”
“It has been a lot.” Her big shot and it all crumpled away in murder. But what were the odds of that happening twice? Not low enough that he'd say that out loud. Instead he folded his hands to consider. “And you're perfectly in the right to feel overwhelmed. Do you think this is still a good opportunity?”
Camila nodded. It was, it really was. “Yes. I guess I’m just not sure I’m ready but at the same time I don’t want to sit around doing nothing.”
Gregory's nod mimed his daughter’s. “It's a tough place to be in. But you also take after your mother, neither of you do well sitting still.”
Camila smiled slightly. “I guess I do. So, maybe it’ll be good to get out of the house.”
“It’ll be here waiting for you should you need it.” he smiled back, brighter and wider. “Now, do you need another cup of coffee?”