A/N: Hello all. First That 70s Show fan-fiction, reviews would be more than helpful, but if there isn't any that's alright, enjoy!
1990
Point Place
Edna Louise Hyde stared down at the grave of her brother. It had been over thirty years since she visited him. Around her all the flowers were wilted and the summer sun gave the place a falsely cheerful feel. He wasn't even twenty when he died in 1955 and he didn't even have a chance for kids. It's been a hard life for Edna, a life that wouldn't do for tears and sentimentality. But for her brother she would cry until the flood came again. She held those tears in check and looked off into the little road that led into the cemetery. Leaning against a late-model Ford was a woman who as far as Edna was concerned had no right to be there. Her hair was as red as hers, though without much gray and cut into an elegant bob. Her body was as thin as Edna's used to be and it was draped in perfectly proper summer attire for a classy woman approaching forty. Those eyes, the eyes she had hated since she was ten, were thankfully hidden by sunglasses. Sunglasses were always a saving grace.
With one final glance at her brother's resting place, she trudged back to the woman leaning on the car. The woman's lips were pursed and she seemed to ooze bitterness and disgust with every breath. "You done?" she asked.
"Yes, Mary, I'm done,"
"Do you remember where the Formans are located?"
"I may be getting old, but I'm not senile yet,"
"Good, let's go then before the sun sets,"
Edna sighed as the woman opened the car door for her. "We've been driving for five hours," she said. "Can't we at least be civil for what will surely be less than ten minutes of driving?"
The woman took off her shades and gave her a cold look that rattled the ghosts in her. "I'm here to see my brother," she said. "Whatever you say doesn't matter."