The Welcome

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She took another sip of her coffee and set the mug down as Outlook finished checking her email and Photoshop finally finished loading its plug-ins.  The morning dose of spam included no news from any of her clients--she'd been hoping to hear from Trent at Olympic Paint & Body about the proofs she'd sent him last week, but still nothing.  She quietly chuckled and shook her head at the amount of male enhancement ads she had to delete, and switched over to Photoshop.

Hardly had she opened her latest project, a small newspaper ad for Kenneth's Lighting in Tacoma, when the cheerful doorbell-chime from the speakers told her that her instant messenger had someone wanting to chat with her.  She switched over to the message, and regretted a slight tinge of disappointment to find her dad and not Trent.

RobLaramie246:	Good morning sweetheart. How are you doing?
Rach330:	hi dad! i'm great. you? mom?

She waited; her father was far from a fast typist, trying to ensure proper (or at least decent) spelling and grammar as he pecked at each key with the determination of someone putting together a jigsaw puzzle.

RobLaramie246:	Oh, we're both doing pretty good. She's still asleep. How's work going?
Rach330:	good! just getting started for the day.
RobLaramie246:	That's good. Well, I just wanted to say hey and see how my baby girl's doing.
Rach330:	i'm fine dad.
RobLaramie246:	No wild parties or anything?
Rach330:	lol no, nothing like that.
RobLaramie246:	lol?
Rach330:	laugh-out-loud
RobLaramie246:	Oh, sorry.
RobLaramie246:	lol
Rach330:	i need to get back to work dad. love you.
RobLaramie246:	I love you too honey.
Rach330:	oh, hey, when are you guys coming to visit? you still haven't seen the new place.
RobLaramie246:	Hopefully soon, if I can ever get some time off.
Rach330:	k. love ya, call you later.
RobLaramie246:	Bye sweetheart.

She closed the messenger window and went back to her project.  

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