The morning after their encounter with Emma's folks, Alexander felt a load on his chest. He knew a discussion with his family was unavoidable. Plunking down for breakfast, he looked at Emma, an implicit worry in his eyes.
"Hello, Alex, what's at the forefront of your thoughts?" Emma asked, seeing the wrinkle on his brow.
He took a full breath, putting down his spoon. " I believe it's time I converse with my family, as well. They've been dropping clues, like your folks."
Emma gestured, grasping his situation. " I'll be hanging around for you, very much like you were there for me yesterday."
With a settled articulation, Alexander settled on the decision. " Mother, Father, I really want to converse with you both."
His folks, detecting the earnestness in his tone, listened mindfully.
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