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“Where are you going?” Bobbi asked

Betty shrugged “Anywhere away from here” She stepped back “You used to have that attitude you knoays up for soe to make it out for a drink What happened to you?”

Betty left with the questionable Matt, and once again Bobbi was alone in the dark, but as was the way of it here at Chez Barker, not for long Gramps shuffled in, followed by her father

“Hey girlie,” Gramps kissed the top of her head as he headed for the trusty rust colored Lazy Boy in the corner—the one that faced the flat screen above the fire place Her father, Trent, stood a few inches frohs nervously and Bobbi realized with a start, that she was sitting in his spot

“Daddy, I was just…here, come take your seat”

She grabbed her blanket and trailed it along after her as she moved out of the way Trent sank onto the sofa and nodded to his father, Herschel “It’s about that time”

Herschel nodded, “Yep”

“Time?” she asked

Her father settled in and relaxed with a bowl of popcorn “Criminal Minds”

“Oh, right”

“Aren’t youand Bobbi turned to hi “If not, I can always make another bowl of popcorn”

Bobbi shook her head “No, that’s alright” Just standing was enough to get the blood flowing and the pins and needles that plagued her toes was testament to just how much of a couch potato she’d become

She glanced outside once more, saw her reflection in the mirror and winced What the hell had happened to her this past week? Was she going to let life kick her in the ass and then stoive up control of everything to the sad woe-is- inside?

Bobbi tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and shook her head “Thanks Graet out”

Her father grabbed a handful of popcorn, glanced her way before focusing on the opening credits He was about to stuff the white fluffy bits into his mouth when he paused