The call was from Julian Keaton.
He was asking where they were now.
Preston Keaton's relationship with his family was quite good these days. Both Julian Keaton and Regina Hale would call to check in on him about once a week.
That was more often than they had called in the entire previous year.
When he heard the two were in Tangar watching the Great Migration, Julian Keaton's voice rose, thoroughly exasperated.
"Isn't that dangerous? Of all the beautiful, fun places you could have taken her, you chose to go watch animal migration."
Preston Keaton replied nonchalantly, "Rest assured, it's very safe here."
He wouldn't have brought her to a place that wasn't safe.
Evelyn Grant could tell who was on the phone. She stood on her tiptoes and called out, "Dad."
She and Preston Keaton had started addressing each other's parents as their own on their wedding day.
Julian Keaton's tone audibly softened. "Evelyn, dear," he said gently, "are you having a good time these past few days?"
