Room 417, Saturday Morning

[iamnotallgirl]

Jack was still sound asleep when voices filtered through the door and stirred him partially awake: "Are you sure it's 417, Richard?"

"Just knock, Helen, if it's not her room maybe they can tell us where she lives."

Jack had just decided he was dreaming and turned over to go back to sleep when the pounding on the door started. "Oh good God!" he said as he fell out of bed and scrambled in the bedclothes. "Uh! Just a second!"

"Jill, honey, are you okay? What's going on in there?"

"Is she sick?" his mother worried. "She sounds sick. Sweetheart, are you feeling all right?"

He found a letter on the bedside table: JACK. READ ME. He opened it and skimmed it. Parents' Weekend, they were here, so was Ramie, she'd told Ramie, don't panic. PS she hadn't gotten around to telling them this weekend would be Jacktime. Of course she hadn't.

They were knocking on the door again, so Jack hurried to open it. Still in Jill's pajamas, yes. "Uh. Hi."

((For the parents.))

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[outofcycle.livejournal.com]

"A day of it," Helen echoed disbelievingly.

[outofcycle.livejournal.com]

"Well, sure, Helen, we get to spend so little time with Jack. We barely know him! We could go to brunch."

[outofcycle.livejournal.com]

"Brunch."

[iamnotallgirl]

"Brunch." Ew, he was sounding like Helen. Time to do something about that. Well, she really wanted to not do this, so... "Brunch sounds great! Just. Uh. Give me a minute to get dressed, okay? Great." He shut the door in their faces and hoped against hope they'd be gone by the time he came back.