Jo walked out of the office building her mother worked in and shook her head mumbling something about sticky notes and rude individuals. In some ways she saw her mother's plight.. Saying no to taking on some one else's work wasn't easy.. well it was.. but it didn't make you likeable when you did it. But on the other paw. She too saw her father's plight. Saying yes to such requests made you a doormat and that was something she wanted to avoid.
She'd walked her mother to work while her father was doing goodness knew what... what did he do for a living after all? Had he ever remembered? Shaking her head, she supposed maybe it was best she didn't know. The way he carried his bat around she wondered if he played base ball or was some one's hired goon. Not that Hired muscle didn't seem to run in the family. Her own aunt after all was the sort to sit atop a building with her enemies in her cross-hairs where no one was any the wiser to what she was up to.. all of course when she wasn't protecting some one as a body guard.
While in her own little thought bubble of a world, she wasn't watching where she was going, not that she could have heard some one any ways, her headphones were on and she was listening to one of her favorite songs as she walked along deep in thought, pondering how it came to be that her aunt might have gotten into all this strange work in the first place.
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