Let us do something.
Chuck vs the Suitcase and More
Sarah had Morgan pinned against the wall, "Morgan, what have you been saying?"
"It's Chuck," was all that Morgan could get out.
"What do you mean, it's Chuck?" Sarah's eye went wide as she thought Chuck might be in trouble. When Morgan just shrugged his shoulders, she pulled him to the kitchen table and sat him down. Grabbing a grape soda from the refrigerator and placing it front of him she said, "Spill it. Every last word."
"But Sarah what could be better than this. I am the store manager. It's sweet. Well, everything except Jeff and Lester. I finally learned what Big Mike knew all along. Being the manager means you don't do anything. It's what I always wanted. I worked seven years for this and now I have it. I don't have to do anything," Morgan took a long drink of soda.
Sarah pulled one of the knives from the garter belt on her leg and put it on the table, "The question is Chuck. Now begin."
"Yes, well, it is the Achilles Heel that I keep trying to explain. I know that you have taken care of the first one. Your clothes are in the closet. And I admire you and Chuck for it. It is always great to overcome a difficulty.
"I now realize that Anna and I never made it past the first one and from there they started to build. It was always her dog." Morgan shook his head like he was trying to forget.
"Morgan, focus." Sarah played with the knife.
"Well, you are the one that started it. I have never heard him go on about it so much. I mean after his mother left, and yes, after his father left. But he is a grown man," Morgan took another long draw of the grape soda.
"Morgan, I swear. The next word better explain what problem you think we have or this knife will find a new resting place," Sarah still did not know what Morgan was saying.
Morgan held up his hand. He took another long drink of the soda, almost finishing it off. He looked in her eyes for a second and said it, "Home."
A/N So, a little more after show fun.
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