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Happy: NF
"I'm just surprised they're taking this so hard. I mean, don't get me wrong—I will always love Whitney, too, but you'd think, after two months, they'd let it go." Dad says as I finish up a report for school at the table.
"August 31, 1997." Mom starts. "I was about to start my senior year of high school when tragedy struck—Diana Ross. I spent the next eight months writing condolence letters to the two princes and listening to Candle in the Wind on constant repeat."
"Mom, I had no idea you had such a connection to her." I look up from my computer.
"I didn't, honey." She shakes her head. "I mean, every little girl worshiped her, but she was just a physical representation of my pain. You know, I was scared. It was my last year of high school. No more living at home. I was saying goodbye to my teachers and my friends. Diana dying represented the loss of my childhood."
"So Whitney is their Diana." Dad nods.
"Yeah, exactly."
"Yeah, good work at connecting the dots, dad. Maybe you should be an agent." I make mom laugh.
"Oh, I could never amount to how good you are, V." Dad kisses my forehead.
I see Jonas's name pop up on my phone and then close my laptop. "There's a case. I have to go."
"I thought they were in the mornings, like in daylight. It's 1am."
"Crime and American and Foreign Psychos never stop, dad. Cases come in whenever they come in. It's how the world works." I get up. "I'll just-"
"Yeah, leave everything here, honey. It's Friday and we have our weekly dinners." Mom hugs me.
"Alright, but I don't know what time I'll be home. The case is in New Jersey." I hug her back.
"That's okay, just text or call us."
"For anything." Dad hugs me.
"I know. I will." I kiss his cheek. "Tell Sam, Stacy and Stevie I'll be back. Bye, mom. Bye, dad. See you guys later." I grab my phone, bag and keys.
"Bye, honey. See you later." Mom waves and I return the action before leaving.
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"Hey, guys." I enter the room.
"Hey." Erickson greets. "Here."
"Thank you." I take the cup of tea from her and sip some.
"Sorry to wake you all from your sweet, sweet dreams, but this is the job, crime fighters. And here we go." Jenna pulls up the case on the screen and my phone rings.
