Workin' Progress: The Time Traveler's Mother In Law

Running into an extremely jumpy Olivia Park was not the worst thing Hannah was worried about.  Maybe it should have been.  Dillon wandered off, the Cornelius Kevin party collapsed for a while, restless gestating twins, and a calm dark night, but it was running into Rebecca that worried Hannah.  It shouldn't, but it did.  Dealing with her mother would only ruin her mood, she knew, so encountering an unsettled Dr. Park was a sort of relief.  She seemed happy for the company, and really, the whole thing was so much less awkward than it should have been.  I guess it's all so far away now, she mused.  Olivia is here.  She's alive.  So am I.  We have more than a bit in common besides my father.  Besides Dillon.  Jesus.  It was all so fucked up, but it feels normal here.  Why is that?  She didn't know, so when Olivia went back to try and sleep while it was night, Hannah went to look out over the bluff for a while before she felt tired.  Eva Laria.  Eva Laria.  Tomorrow, probably.  Another lucky winner.  Was that why Dillon was off somewhere?  Probably not.  Dillon was remarkably disinterested in the whole thing considering this was all his doing.  Eva Laria, Hannah remembered her.  Remembered who she was anyway.  How disoriented was she going to be?  Would she be happy to be here?  Would she fit in with this early, disorganized collection?  Maybe Kevin would fuck her straight away and that would be that.  Or did she have a family?  Would she be waiting for the rest of them to get through?  Hannah couldn't recall.  Or maybe she had never known?  Whatever.  Hannah wasn't the fucking welcome wagon.  What Hannah needed was more pregnant women around.  Some commiseration.  Fuck, Kathleen Berotti was probably already pregnant.  Who else?  Anyone would be fine.  Except her mother.