|Miss Delia Slater (mizslater) wrote in toujoursliberer,|
@ 2008-07-17 23:39:00
|Entry tags:||cordelia_slater, plot, slater|
She had waited as long as she could stand. That woman was still in the house, she kept seeing her in the hall and had often heard her voice in an adjoining room. She had done her best to be patient, her father had been busy in his work, and was frequently busy with that woman, but she needed answers and she wasn't getting them sitting on her hands the way she had been doing as of late. He had never done anything like this before, and she had believed he was too wise and sensible especially after what had happened with her mother. But then she supposed that might have had something to do with it. Jimmy was out on his own, she herself could be engaged any day now and eventually married, one day it would be just him on his own. Perhaps his advancing years and the possibility of being alone made him desperate for a companion, for desperation was the only way she could imagine he would pick a woman such as her.
He was alone in the office now, she knew that, and usually all she had to do to get him to forgive her for interrupting him was a smile and a bat of her long eyelashes. There was a chance for a argument, but then there always had been between Delia and her father. They both had very strong personalities and both did not back down from a shouting match, without Jimmy and his more easy going personality they often were given to row every now and then. Honestly it wasn't her intention to start a fight, but all she wanted was the best for him, and she believed that the woman he had brought home wanted nothing more than to use him. He was too good and sweet to realize that she could only be out for herself. No one would break her father's heart again, not while she was around.
She threw open the door to his office, having made sure Vivian was somewhere else so she could avoid walking in on something that would have scarred her for years to come, and strode in as if she owned the place. Sitting down the way she did may have looked graceful, but the stare she gave him and the way she leaned back a bit in the chair was far from lady-like. One eye brow raised and arms folded, she kept her eyes on him as she spoke. "Just what have you gotten yourself into now, Papa?"