“I went out with someone from vet and all I got was this blog written about me”—the fallout girl

Okay, today, I woke up early, just to catch that dreadful message. Well, at 6.45, maybe that’s too early in my terms. I went for a bath, and then I left to iron my clothes when I realized that dad has already gone to shower. Ooh, an opportunity! I went in the bedroom and took dad’s PDA phone. Click, click, click, it went (the click was too loud so I went down the stairs to use it.

Did I found out anything? No, it seems that at 7am, nobody really wake up that early to give a googly-googly message. Anyway, I made a mental note of what was in that Inbox of his, and went to iron my clothes. Pretty soon, at 7.10am….

Beep! Beep! The PDA goes. I turned round, just to catch a glimpse. Oh man! Dad was right in front of the phone! Man, how come he wakes up so early these days? He closed the door on me, as I was facing the opposite direction.

Okay, plan B: I grabbed my cream, and whatever I can lay my hands on, and went to dad’s room. “I wanna return this”, I said. Dad was beside the bed (where the PDA is) and was preparing for his morning prayers (at 7.10am, that’s pretty late even in my terms). I let him do his stuff, as I waited behind the door. I wanted to hear whether there was a click-click sound or anything that indicates he was holding the PDA.

Nothing. I came back to and borrow the cream or something, quite a few times; and I think dad was already suspicious of me. He seems to wander near the door a lot, as if he’s waiting for me to finish my ironing. Well, fat chance. I even wear my shirt and pants there. Pretty soon dad went downstairs, and I followed.

Up to that point, I found nothing at all. I was thinking of just grabbing his phone and just open his inbox right in front of him. Let him know that her daughter is on his heels. But no, I decided to just do it later in his car (it’s been a habit of mine to grab his PDA anyway, so he got used to it anyway).

In the car, I took the PDA and opened it. Did I see anything? No. Still no! I’m pretty sure I heard a message, but the Inbox was the same from before! Nothing had changed. I checked the deleted items folder, and it was cleaned (maybe recently). Anyway, I decided to check his schedule for any change. Do you remember the last blog about dad going to a convention out-of –state? Well, according to the schedule, the convention never existed. Not this April, nor this May, or even June. So??

As I was musing over the phone, dad told me that I should not be waiting for him this evening (that means no going to his office every 5pm).

“But why dad? I need to go home late, cuz I have a discussion with my…”

“No, you go home with mom. I’m late until 6.00pm”.

“Mom? That’s too early—1pm! Besides, I don’t mind 6pm, we used to go home at that time anyway…”

“I’m late, 6—6.30 pm. Something like that. End of discussion.”

This smells like fish—in a vet office. Hm….maybe I’ll drop in his office later this evening. Mom, you can go and have your lunch beside the lake like you planned.I wont disturb you.