Nobody to brag to, not anymore.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own West Wing, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: The Body in BtVS.
Mom and Aunt Joyce were always competing, much like Celia and I, until Celia died that is.
Mom would call Aunt Joyce with news about me, that I'd made first chair as a flutist, that I'd graduated with honors from high school, my successful boyfriends and my stint at the University of Wisconsin.
Aunt Joyce would call Mom to brag about Buffy and Dawn. (Yes, there's a weird naming gene in our family.) How Buffy got into Northwestern, and Dawn learnt to read when she was four.
They never called each other about the other things. Aunt Joyce never called when Buffy burnt down the Gym, then she called Grandma. Mom didn't call Aunt Joyce when I dropped out of college. She called Grandma.
To my surprise Mom called Aunt Joyce when we won the election. She nagged me to get home and finish college, to Aunt Joyce she called and bragged that her daughter worked in the White House.
I think Mom might have voted for President Bartlet, just so she could tell Aunt Joyce that I work in the White House.
Now Mom has no one to call and brag about me to.
We buried Aunt Joyce today. This afternoon.
I don't know what's going to happen with Buffy or Dawn.
Maybe Uncle Hank'll "pop" up.
I doubt it.