Episode 457: Someday Is TonightJustineís father, Phillip Marques laughed. His disbelief that strong. Sheíd sold her break-up that well, that he firmly believed the truth was a lie. A joke. On Quent. "Not only are you a failure with that third-rate garage of yours, but youíre delusional," Phillip told Justineís husband. "Sheís done with you. You were a mistake and now sheís erased you from her life."
"No, I havenít," Justine volunteered.
"Well, of course, you share a daughter, that connection is there, like it or not," her father allowed.
"I donít think thatís what she means," her mom realized in a choked whisper.
"Weíre very much together," Justine happily clarified and even happier still, laid her lips on her husband. She hadnít meant to give her family that much of a public display, just a tender little show of affection to turn her parentsí stomachs. But Quent just tasted so good and it was just such a relief to be out in the open with him again, that she thoroughly sank into him.
Until Justineís father grabbed her elbow and gave it a firm tug. His voice toggled between restrained frustration and grave concern. "Sweetheart, you donít want to do this. Thereís a reason you left the man, donít forget that, he hasnít changed."
"What about the man youíve been seeing since Halloween?" Her mother put forth, and her father nodded his approval.
If only heíd give them his real approval, none of this would be necessary. As much as she enjoyed getting back at her dad, the whole thing broke her heart too. She cuddled further into Quentís arm and dropped the bomb. "I never left him. Quent is the masked man from Halloween, the one Iíve been sneaking off with, and into my room all these months. Right under your nose, Dad."
Her fatherís eyes narrowed. Her motherís jaw dropped. Her siblings werenít surprised by her revelation, but the two of them were definitely interested parties, about to experience a taste of what awaited them, if, or when they ever came clean with their own deceptions.