Abby, Two
Copyright© 2019 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 31
I was just getting comfortable when... Knock Knock.
Atrocious French Accent“Who es et?”
Even more atrocious French Accent“Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries.” (About that ... Daddy has the series and all the movies. A regular feature on Saturday nights. It never got old.)
“Alice ... what do you want?”
“I want to come in,” she said.
“Alice,” I said.
“It’s dangerous out here,” she said.
“All right ... if you must,” I said.
The door opens ... the light comes on ... the door shuts.
A squeak from Alice.
I am not alone.
“Good evening, Alice.” A nice deep baritone.
Squeak
“Alice ... this is ... What did you say your name is?”
“Legion,” he said, followed by, “Pater would have his little joke.”
I remembered, “That’s not what you said, Leon.”
He had the courtesy to blush.
“Ma’ma was notorious ... Daddy assumed ... DNA proved him wrong.”
“And...?” I made the tell me more motion.
“During the divorce, Ma’ma insisted we be tested. Daddy had been snipped. Pater was disturbed to find out that he was, indeed, Daddy. ‘Spontaneous Remission,’ said the court
“By the prenup, he and his family were ‘required’ to ‘care’ to the best of their ‘financial ability’ for his heirs ... me.” He grinned.
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