Dinah Laurel Lance (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
raptorcanaria) wrote2008-07-10 08:05 pm
raptorcanaria) wrote2008-07-10 08:05 pm
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Dinah's after-school routine isn't so much a routine of things done, as seeing if things can or need to be done. Item one on the list is to check if her Mom's in the shop. If she isn't, then that usually means that she's out on an emergency and Dinah herself has to let the assistant go, cover the shop for two hours and close up herself. This is what happens today.
When she finally makes it home, the answerphone light is flashing. It's her Dad; her mother never has bothered to let people know where she was. Only the JSA need to know, and they have ways to find her that are better than answerphones.
Not that Dinah's resentful.
"Hi, sweetie. Your Mom and I were at Uncle Ted's observatory when something came up. You'll have to get your own dinner tonight: there's lasagna in the fridge. Finish your homework and don't stay up too late. Love you."
He's tagged along before, and he'll do it again, it's no big deal: just that she's alone in the house again. The lasagna is right where he said it would be; all she has to do is heat it up.
She burns it.
When she finally makes it home, the answerphone light is flashing. It's her Dad; her mother never has bothered to let people know where she was. Only the JSA need to know, and they have ways to find her that are better than answerphones.
Not that Dinah's resentful.
"Hi, sweetie. Your Mom and I were at Uncle Ted's observatory when something came up. You'll have to get your own dinner tonight: there's lasagna in the fridge. Finish your homework and don't stay up too late. Love you."
He's tagged along before, and he'll do it again, it's no big deal: just that she's alone in the house again. The lasagna is right where he said it would be; all she has to do is heat it up.
She burns it.