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The Han Solo type

"I just don't know why I ever listened to him, you know?" Mom nods in agreement with me as she flips through a magazine, only half listening to what I'm saying. I continue on, not really caring if she's listening or not. I'm rambling about my thoughts and realizations and she's probably heard them three times before. I tend to repeat things. "I wish I could have just thought about it, logically, and seen that everything he said was a lie. There was no truth to what he said and if I had actually turned things over instead of letting his words echo in my head, maybe things would be different."

"And well they might be but that didn't happen dear. Life happened and I find myself looking back oh so often and wondering how I could have been such a fool. You learn to live with things, what's past is past isn't it?" she leans over to pat my leg, apparently paying more attention then I had thought. "What you need is to see that there is still a life for you to live out there. Adventures to be had."

"Songs to be sung?" I grin. Despite the foggy day and rain off and on throughout the day, I'm in a wonderful mood. The girls are currently asleep and mom and I are sitting on the couch chatting the minutes away. Mom has turned the TV on for some slight background noise, something she prefers to have whether it be from a radio, movie, dishwasher, or ceiling fan. I was surprised how easily I had forgotten about her little quirks. I haven't been moved for long but already details were beginning to dull. I glance over to see her chuckling and looking happy and at ease. We both seem to have sensed that the danger has passed.

"Battles to be won. Stories to be told. Suitors to be wooed by..." she ends with a very cheeky wink (I blame the Paynes. They've got me infected with Briticisms and it doesn't help that Tessie walks around saying cute things like cheeky and rubbish in her adorable little voice that's tinged with a slight British accent)

"Oh mother," I roll my eyes and bat a hand at her "I've told you that I'm quite content for the moment. So for now I'll just keep working and being with the girls. If Prince Charming happens to pay a visit then we'll see what happens."

"Prince Charming? Really? I always thought he was rather a bore... Go for the Han Solo type, I think." I turn to frown at her. She shrugs nonchalantly.

"Mother, Prince Charming is a classic."

"Well so is Han Solo! And you can't deny that he's much more interesting."

"And dangerous. I can't believe that you're promoting this, as a mother!" I place a hand on my chest and speak in a high pitched voice "Yes darling, go out and marry the thug, just make sure you don't go to the starfleet galaxy because he's wanted for robbery and smuggling there!"

"I wouldn't put it that way. What if the neighbors heard and reported him." she sniffs imperiously. "Besides, there's no such thing as the starfleet galaxy. That's Star Trek."

"Details." I dismiss her comment with a wave of my hand. I lean back, my head hanging slightly over the arm of the sofa. "I prefer Han Solo's means of travel. They're much more comfortable if slightly dubious when it comes to warp speed or whatever."

"Hyperdrive." 

"Oh whatever." I laugh at her seemingly endless corrections. "What do you do all day? Rewatch science fiction movies?"

"Only sometimes. See, this is why you need to catch a man. You can spend your days enjoyably afterward." she winks again. Very very cheeky... 

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