TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE

36. SURPRISE

When we all returned, one of the first things we did was upload all our photos.  Since we kept it secret that Tristan and I were friends, he wasn't in any of the pictures.  Don't worry, unlike the Douche and the spawn of Satan who lives with their parents.  We all knew letting people know we were not home was not wise.  I mean, we did have the security system, but still, no one needs to know when we are not at home and for how long. That is why we waited until we were home to post.  Now, we didn't have to worry too much since I had all my social media set to private and deleted anyone I did not know personally.

Jojo knew she was being cyberstalked, so she posted a picture of the two of us with the caption. Who needs you? Then she posted pictures of our bungalow with the caption thank you rents for the vacay #northpadreisland.  I knew the shit was going to hit the fan since the spawn of Satan had wanted to go to North Padre, and she was never allowed.  It was the one thing her dad refused.  Hell, he wouldn't even let her stay overnight at South Padre Island even though it was only an hour away.

My dad called me about ten minutes after Jojo posted the pics laughing.  He told me my mom called and said that since his REAL DAUGHTER couldn't spend the night in a hotel, why did he let the trash stay in one?  He let me know that again, he told her that the spawn of Satan was not his daughter.  He also said that I was not trash but his princess, and since I was eighteen, there was nothing she could do about what I did or where I stayed.

I don't think he realized what he had done and it wasn't long before I got an e-mail cutting me down for flaunting that I had a better vacay than The Spawn of Satan but she wanted to know why my dad called her precious daughter such an ugly name.  I giggled and called my dad back. "Hey Dad, did you call mom's precious daughter, The Spawn of Satan?"  "Oops, I think I did.  Dang all of us have been calling her that I forgot her real name. Well, there is nothing we can do about it now."  "Mom is going ballistic.  She wants me to call The Spawn of Satan and apologize that she didn't get to go with us."

"You have got to be kidding me?"  "Nope, she expects me to pay for a trip to Paris to make that thing feel better."  My dad started laughing."Leave everything to me."  He hung up, and I was completely confused.  I look around at the gang. "I hope my dad isn't caving and sending the spawn of Satan and the Douche to Paris France."  "Knowing your dad he is betting they will not check the tickets."  I look at Heather, and she giggles "Babe there is a Paris, Arkansas, Paris, Idaho, Paris, Illinois, Paris, Indiana, and Paris, Texas."  I shake my head."How in the world do you know that?"

She giggles. I love old musicals. One of my favorites is The Harvey Girls. In the movie there is part of a song where a girl sings I was born in Paris, I was raised in Paris where I met a boy, I was Married in Paris almost buried in Paris...and the rest of the girls say Paris, Illinois.  So I wanted to see how many Paris cities were in the U.S."  I shook my head."What do you bet my dad sends them to Paris, Texas?"  Jeanluc speaks up."Wait a minute, there are actually 23 cities named Paris in the U.S."  

If I knew my dad, he would send them to the most isolated Paris in the country.  Hell, maybe even one without high-speed internet."  "Oh, this is going to be fun."  Jeanluc looks up from his phone."From what I can see so far, Paris, Arkansas would be the most remote.  Plus, it is not that big.  The two of them would freak."  Sure enough, I get an e-mail from my mom with a picture of the ticket to Pairs with The Spawn of Satans name.  As I  looked closer and noticed yep it is Arkansas and it was a one-way ticket.  

I lost it and just gave my phone to Tristan since I couldn't stop laughing my ass off.  He looked, and he did the same thing, passing it to the next person.  By the time it got to me again, everyone was laughing.  As if on cue, Charles walks in with the rest of the rents and looks around "Ok what is so funny."  Gasping for air, I hand him my phone and tell him to look at the two e-mails from my mom.  He raised his eyebrow, reading the first e-mail. "Is she serious?"  Tristan has finally pulled himself together and tells him to look at the next e-mail.  When he looked at it "He is sending her to fucking Paris, France."  Fleur chuckles "Look closer honey."  He looks closer and smirks "So, he is sending her to Paris, Arkansas and it is a one-way ticket.  Damn, are they stupid or what."