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was staying at, because her sweet father would probably have called in and paid for the upgrade himself if he had.
    Yes, that was just the kind of parents that they were; wonderful, perfect and understanding... with a side of overprotective, fretful and generous to their own detriment- and it drove Leigh batty! Leigh’s mother, Ashleigh, had pulled out of University when she’d found out that she was pregnant with Leigh, and had started working as a cashier to fund her unborn child’s private education while her father, Lee, had sold his mid-life crisis Porsche to buy Leigh her first car. So while they were the best parents that a girl could ask for most of the time, they did her head in on a daily basis and sometimes, Leigh couldn’t help but wonder how her mother had let go of her hand long enough to allow Leigh to take her first steps.
    And it didn’t matter how old she got or how far across town she had moved from them, her parents continued to hover like sand flies at sunset. Her father snuck into her house at night when he thought Leigh was asleep, to check her car and make sure that there was oil in it, or to check her kitchen to make sure that she’d turned the burners off, or to check her smoke detectors to make sure that they had working batteries, and her mother had shown up ‘accidentally’ on too many of Leigh’s dates for it to have ever been an accident. Everybody her parents knew, knew what Leigh was up to at all times- from whom she’d last been seen out with, to what promotion she’d gotten at whatever crappy job she’d bull-pooed her way into, and she got more Facebook ‘likes’ a day from her mother’s quilting bee than anyone, which was saying something because thanks to her blog, Leigh had over one thousand followers! And her mother didn’t even read, but left sweet little comments like: ‘Oh darling, you’re so knowledgeable!’ Or ‘Oh sweet pea, doesn’t that book have an R-rating? Are you sure you should be reading that kind of smut?’ While Ashleigh’s ninety year old friend Shirley threw in that gay-porn novels were better than the BDSM ones, and Leigh had to put the ‘offline’ up while she drank a corona with a shot of tequila and tried to convince herself that her normal fans logged in for her reviews and not the anecdotes from Shirley’s adventures.
    And as though Leigh hadn’t been eager enough to leave the country- and their arms- as it was, her father had mortified Leigh at the airport on the day she’d departed by explaining to the air hostess that this was their daughter’s first flight abroad, then asking if one of the stewards on board would be able to check on her from time to time! It had been humiliating, and Leigh had felt like a child of eight instead of a twenty-three year-old woman. So yes, though she appreciated her parents sympathy and concern on that particular afternoon, by the time she managed to get them off the line, she’d been ready to drown herself in her bath, not relax in it, which was liable to happen anyway given that it was so big, she feared she was going to need floaties anyway. Her father’s parting words had been: ‘If they don’t let you onto that plane home, I’ll call Obama, I will!’ (Not much use in Canada, but he could try to give her tomorrow’s blog entry) while her mother had chimed in with: ‘are you wearing socks all the time baby? I’ve had the weather report on Sky since you left, and it looks frightfully cold there!’
    It was ridiculous. Leigh had always known that her parents went above and beyond that of her friend’s folks’ but now that she was officially old enough to start looking into getting herself a husband and some kids of her own, she was beginning to see how insane her parents were, and was exhausted just thinking about how much energy they continued to waste on her, instead of living their own lives. She was grateful for them, and she knew that they, like so many other people felt some sort of