It was a short walk from the hotel to the restaurant. Casey,
Oliver and Steve were invited to the restaurant, but decided to hang outside.
They got something to eat while we slept, rotating in and out of the room
during the nap. We were seated relatively quickly due to the size of our party:
six people. I ordered a bottle of wine for me and Bella while the kids got
authentic cherry cokes. Over our meal of pizza for the kids and some pasta for
Bella and me, we talked about all that Bella missed while she was gone. Mia
made the cheerleading squad. Kyra was getting all A’s (as of this most recent
grading period). Owen auditioned for all-state and got called back to the
district festival. Masen was the only one who didn’t have big news. He was just coasting by, preparing for his audition for
the musical after winter break.
I told Bella about the launch of the newest tablet and she
was overjoyed at the press it was getting. Not to sound cocky, but Whitlock
Technologies was more recognized than Apple at this point. At least in a
professional standpoint. Apple was still kicking our asses in the music
players, but we were doing awesome with the tablets, law enforcement technology
and now, medical advancements with my version of the ‘tricorder.’ I was amazed
at the accuracy of my invention. It was now at the point where I could start
doing trials with it, gathering information from doctors, nurses and nurse
practitioners about the quality of the product.
Bella shared her news about becoming the screenplay writer
for Rose’s film. Kyra was the most shocked. Rose was Kyra’s idol. In a way,
Rose and Kyra were kindred spirits. I saw a lot of my quasi-sister-in-law in my
daughter. However, it was the most obnoxious part. Loud mouth. Attitude. Snarky retorts. Bitchy. Ugh, I’m such a
horrible father. I just called my daughter bitchy. Anyhoo…Kyra never really
registered that Bella was Rose’s agent or that she was Rose’s best friend.
Knowing that my wife was now writing the screenplay for The Charmed Ones, Kyra was having some slight hero-worship of
Bella.
We finished our dessert and left the restaurant, walking
back to the hotel. Owen was walking backwards as he was excitedly planning our
day. “I’m so pumped about this,” he chattered. “The park opens at ten, but I know
Dad got the early admission. We get in an hour earlier! We should be up by no
later than seven, breakfast at eight and in line by eight-thirty.”
“Owen, it’s vacation. Relax,” Kyra snickered, grabbing at
his shirt. Owen scowled playfully at his sister. Kyra rolled her eyes as she
pushed past him.
“Since we only have tomorrow and Monday to go to the parks,
we’ll be up early, Owen,” Bella said diplomatically. “I’ve only ever been to
Disneyland when I was a little girl. I don’t remember much.”
She's just a baby...and it's illegal, Burgess.
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