somewhere in the teacups.

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It was only a few months ago when, without much effort, Grace had convinced her father to take her to Disneyworld. Her father didn't ask why she wanted to go or what she wanted to see, he only tolerated her whims like most rich divorcée-cum-widowed fathers. She knew he did this mostly because of guilt, and maybe she was a terrible person for taking advantage of that. Maybe.

They communicated solely through silent looks in the long drive in the van with the hot, stale air. She painted her toenails with blue sparkle polish and read books she could never get around to during the school year. Her dad looked straight ahead, his only entertainment the classic rock radio station he kept low as they drove.

They were too much alike, and too much had happened in the last few years for them to be closer than this. She didn't know what she was going to do after her senior year. When she had lived with her mother they had agreed that she would live off-campus and stay there, but she couldn't imagine being in College and still living with her father and his silence.

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