First Filter
I'm as ready as I'll be for flatness, corn fields, and whatever else exists in the middle of the country. I'm drawing up short on stereotypes right now. Grits? Or is that just the south?
And I don't think any Parker knows how to throw a party. Have you met us? We're terrible at that stuff. I can't even be worried about you two.
Ben: Yeeeeeah, I know. But duty calls, so away I go. But wouldja? Check in on the kid, I mean. Even if it's just a hop by the house to make sure everything's okay there. Aunt May doesn't know that he's thrown in with us, so he's going to have a lot to deal with solo after our talk. Just have to make sure he doesn't go act out.
I know she's 16 and all, but it just slammed me when Steve wrote up the assignments that I'm packing up and leaving her. I guess I got used to going as I needed without really checking in with anyone, and just now I had to rattle off notes to four people. What a change of pace.