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Caritas, Monday Evening

Jarod walked into Caritas to the sounds of the zombie band doing a cover of The Ramones' "I Wanna Be Sedated," and was relieved to hear the lack of saxophone. He was even more relieved to see Tino back behind the bar.

Once everything was set up for the evening, he pulled a colored envelope out of his pocket, opened it, and blinked at the contents. Jarod opened the store-bought birthday card, wondered briefly how Angelo had purchased it and why, and stared at the piece of paper inside--a photocopy of his birth certificate. Once the first rush of excitement died down, he realized that his first name was there, but his last name and the names of his parents had been blacked out. But he had a birthday. July 7, 1987. He would be nineteen in a little more than two weeks.

It wasn't perfect, but he had another piece of the puzzle. Jarod spent the rest of the night whistling.

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Sing anything you want. Just be enthusiastic.

Talk to Jarod or mod Tino, now that he's back.

After showering and changing after spending the afternoon at the spa, Isabel wandered over to Caritas and took a seat at the bar.

"Isabel!" Jarod smiled broadly at her. "What can I get for you?"

"Hey Jarod," Isabel smiled. "A diet coke and a few minutes of your time if you have it."

"Both are yours," he said, setting the diet coke on the bar and then leaning forward, "what's up?"

Isabel leaned in, anything to discourage the shrubbery. "Parker isn't that happy about going home for the holiday is she?"

Jarod grimaced. "No, but she'll be less happy that you noticed."

"I don't plan on saying anything to her," Isabel assured him. "But I have a plan to bring a little Fandom to her for the holiday. Blue Cove isn't that far away is it?"

"A few hours by car," Jarod replied. "Why? What do you have in mind?"

Isabel leaned in even more and motioned Jarod closer so she could whisper in his ear. "What do you think?" she asked as she sat back on her stool and took a sip of her coke.

He grinned when she finished. "I think I'll be buying your diet cokes for a while."

"There's no need," Isabel protested. "She's a friend, I have to do something."

"So, when are we going?"

"We?" Isabel blinked. Parker would kill her. "Jarod, you can't go. Parker would kill me."

"So, here's the plan," he leaned over and whispered, "you don't tell her. You shouldn't be there alone."

"I'll be in and out in minutes," she insisted in a quiet fierce voice. "I know she hasn't told me everything. But she's told me enough that I know you shouldn't be anywhere near there!"

"And you're no safer there than I am," he hissed back, "at least I know who to look out for. Parker doesn't run my life any more than I run hers."

"I don't have to worry about who to look out for. I intend on avoiding everybody," Isabel said. She sighed, realizing that arguing with Jarod was probably the equivalent of arguing with Michael when he'd set his mind to something. Still, she had to try. "We're not trying to run you're life, we just want to keep you safe."

"Getting banged up is part of real life," Jarod said stubbornly. "Don't make me take your soda back."

"And I wouldn't try to stop you if you wanted to take up hang gliding, or skiing. But going to Blue Cove?" Her voice trailed off and she buried her face in her arms on the bar. "Promise me you'll never tell her you were there?"

"I'll never tell her you knew I was there," Jarod corrected.

Isabel whimpered.

Jarod laughed. "Isabel, she's going to see or hear about it, and assume it was me anyway."

"Oh no," Isabel said lifting her head up from the bar. "For what I have planned? It'll be like I signed my name to it in big bold letters. She'll know it was me."

"Doesn't matter," he shook his head, "it's a juvenile stunt against her father. I'm first on the list, even if I'm in Russia."

Isabel chuckled. "Well at least this juvenile stunt will make her laugh. And probably make Daddy Parker twitch for the day. We need a car. But leave that to me. I know someone to ask," she said. "I figure we can shoot up there late the night of the third because I need to be back here the morning of the Fourth to oversee getting the beach party set up."

Jarod did some quick figuring, "We can leave after my shift at Caritas, if that's not too late for you."

"Wait, beach party?"

"Nah, that's fine. I need to do a sacrifice to the weather gods with Dawn that evening. So the timing is perfect."

Isabel grinned. "Yup, I'm arranging a big beach party for townies and students on the beach for Fourth of July. There'll be volleyball, music, a bonfire in the evening, and then fireworks. Oh, that's right," she said suddenly. "I wanted to ask if there was anyway we could have access to some of the stuff from the beach workshop? Maybe the boogie boards and the sand stuff?"

"Sacrifice?" He raised an eyebrow, then decided maybe he didn't want to know.

He nodded, then decided it sounded like fun. "Yeah, that shouldn't be a problem. You can get to the equipment, right?"

"It involves jellybeans and a piccolo player," Isabel explained. "And dancing. I'm not asking questions. I just want to make sure we have good weather that day."

"If you don't mind, I can ~~handwavily~~ get it out that morning."

Jarod tilted his head. "I think I'll leave the weather up to you, and no, that's fine."

"Perfect then," Isabel said, finishing her drink. "It's going to be a pretty busy twenty four hours, but I think it's all going to be worth it. And I hate to drink and go, but I have to go fetch my hedgehog boyfriend."

"That's not a phrase you hear very often," he chuckled. "You okay walking back on your own?"

"Fortunately it's not every day that the guy I'm dating gets turned into something small and spiky," Isabel smiled as she got to her feet. "I'll be okay. I've been practicing with my powers. Anyone bothers me? I'll toss them. Or toss stuff at them. Night Jarod!"

"Night, Isabel. I'll see you Monday night, if not before."

Have nothing to do with anyone but the person with whom you came.

I can't imagine what you'd need it for, but here it is.

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