Thanksgiving approaches, meaning reading week approaches. Thank goodness because this cold is kicking my ass and I fell behind on my readings. I actually managed to keep up for the most part! Which is significant because I don’t usually try! Then everything went to hell with the damn cold... stupid microscopic... whatever the hell causes colds.
Robert (putting down his book): Lauren, what is it I’m supposed to do exactly?
Lauren: Sorry what are we talking about?
Robert: You were talking about Thanksgiving and I know that I’m supposed to make some grand appearance for your grandparents. So... what am I supposed to do?
Lauren: Oh. I dunno. Act like... a boyfriend?
Robert: Lauren, I don’t even know what I look like.
Lauren: Dammit... I guess I should imagine that. So that you aren’t just some... foggy whatever. Uh... slam together the guys from Grey’s. That’s what you shall look like.
Robert: Why the guys from Grey’s?
Lauren: First thing I thought of? And it must be said, they do have a pretty cast.
Robert: Does that also make me a doctor?
Lauren: ...Sure, why not. Frank didn’t even have a career so go you!
Robert: Is there anything else I should know?
Lauren: My grandpa’s deaf so speak clearly.
Robert: Okay. Should I help him out with that? I mean, since I’m a doctor.
Lauren: Let’s not get carried away. I think at this point all they really expect from me is to have a guy physically be present. Although you being pretty helps. Would you be offended if I said, all you have to do is be there and be pretty?
Robert: Uh... mildly? Can I talk at least?
Lauren: Of course! I tried to avoid that reality with Frank because he was more the artsy type and he looked like a hippy beatnik. My grandpa is conservative. He probably hunted hippy beatniks. But you should be fine!
Robert: Good to know.
Lauren: By the way, I know you have more to offer than just your looks. I just don’t know you yet. I’m too tired to keep talking about this now, so we’ll continue your training tomorrow.
Ugh... the one benefit of Frank is that he knew all of this crap. Maybe I should just sit them down together so I can sleep more. I was reading Cry the Beloved Country and fell asleep on the couch. Unfortunately I also fell asleep on my wrist. Maybe I could get Robert to look at that.