"Your dad was in the ER today," Meredith told her half sister, Lexie.
"I know," Lexie replied sullenly.
"So, you know he was drunk and he put his hand through a window?" Meredith asked.
"Yeah, anything else?" Lexie scorned.
"I know it was Susan's birthday and I'm sure it was a very hard day for the both of you. And he wasn't actually a problem, he was kinda charming. But, he seemed very sad and I'd hate to see it happen again so maybe you should think about keeping a better eye on him." Meredith shrugged.
Lexie turned suddenly, eyes blaxing. "Everyday is my mothers birthday. My mother was born in March. He lied. He's a liar. And I'm glad. Really, I'm glad that you found him charming. I'm sure he was delightful. He's a blast after five drinks, not so much after nine though; he gets a little weepy and mean. He's a drunk, Meredith. He probably came in and told you how wonderful you are. How sad he is he doesn't get to spend more time with you. You know, yesterday he told me I was his favorite daughter. The day before, I was an ungrateful bitch. The week before, he wrote me a check for twenty-thousand dollars because he said I deserved everything life had to offer because he was so proud of me, a lifetimes worth of proud. So thank you for letting me know that I need to keep a better eye on him. Thanks."
Lexie stormed off and Meredith backed up against the wall, needing something to support her.
"Meredith, you want to come in for a minute and sit down? Meredith?" Richard looked concerned.
"No, no, I'm ok."