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BTTF Universe
"You're going to try your hand at making stuffed shells, Marty?" Joe asked, as Marty and the visitors were all in the kitchen. "It looks a little bit complex, you know."
"Yeah, I might as well," replied Marty. "One thing I will miss about living at home, is my mom's cooking. I still can hardly believe that Jennifer and I are about to take the next step. Even though we plan to stay in Hill Valley, my parents are taking it a little hard. I'm trying to be understanding, though."
"It is natural for parents to feel that way," Brantley commented. "Being as you're the youngest child, it's probably the empty nest syndrome setting in. Of course, I was an only child - so my parents make a federal issue out of me moving to New York."
Just then, the doorbell rang. Marty was a little startled. As he looked up at the clock, he figured this his girlfriend must have showed up.
"It must be Jennifer," Marty said. "Can one of you get the door, please? I am rather busy preparing these stuffed shells. I want them to be just right."
"I'll grab the door," offered Alex, as he made his way to the front door. However, it was not Jennifer who showed up. Alex swallowed a bit, nervously.
"Marty!" exclaimed a middle-aged woman. "What are you doing in that outfit?" As she saw three other people who looked like Marty, her eyes grew wide with shock. "Good merciful heavens!" she exclaimed. "Why do I see four Martys here?"
"Oh, hi, ma'am," Brantley greeted, as he glanced up. "You must be Mrs. McFly, right? My name is Brantley Klein. It was my brother, Alex, who opened the door - and this is my other brother, Joe, sitting at the table with me. The three of us are triplets."
"Did you just say your name was Brantley Klein?" Lorraine asked, stunned. "Would you, by any chance, happen to be related to someone named Calvin Klein? I mean, not the fashion designer - but someone who happens to share his name."
"Yes, he's our dad," Alex explained, as he recalled a particular scene in the film. "We decided to stop here and visit our uncle - actually, our granduncle."
"Wow!" Lorraine gasped. "You all look just like Marty. For a few years now, I thought that our son looked a little like Calvin Klein - the guy that we knew briefly in 1955. I can't believe that you all look just like him, though. Are you all nineteen?"
"Actually, we're a little bit older," Alex explained. "We're 22 years old."
"You know, we never did see Calvin again," Lorraine said, sighing. "I remember that he was a member of the coast guard. So how has he been doing, these days? I wish he could at least have written. He was even partially responsible for bringing George and I together. We fell in love at The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance."
"Well, uh, he..." Alex started to say. He was at a loss of what he should say.
"He died of cancer last year," Joe replied. "In fact, we're still mourning his death. We decided to visit our granduncle - because I knew he really missed our dad, too."
"Aw, I'm very sorry to hear that," Lorraine said, as tears filled her eyes. "Calvin only stayed for about as week or so, but both George and I grew so fond of him within the short time that he was in town. Well, I offer my condolences to you. I must've been a great loss to you."
"I miss him a lot," Joe said, beginning to cry. "The last couple of years had been very rough for us. His relationship with our sister, Patti, was a bit strained. When Patti had been raped a few years ago, she refused to tell our dad who her son's father was. It had created a lot of friction in our family."
"I'm terribly sorry," Lorraine replied, sympathetically. "I hope the two of them were able to make up, before your father passed away."
"Yes, they did make up," Alex said, a little briskly. "Her son's name was Andrew, and she did not want to tell our father who Andy's mother was - because, well, our father was quite a religious man. She was afraid Dad wouldn't believe her, if she told him it was the pastor from our church who raped her."
"Oh, well, that is a shame," Lorraine replied, shaking her head. "Well, it is great that they were able to make peace with each other. Anyway, Marty, I just came over to let you that your father and I won't be able to attend your concert tonight. We have an important meeting that we need to attend. I wish you the best of luck."
"Thank you, Mom!" replied Marty, as he went over to hug his mother.
Just then, the doorbell rang again. Once again, Alex went to answer it. It was a group of three young men, who were dressed up as bit like rock stars.
"Well, hello, Marty," said the tall blond boy. "Why are you dressed up so..." He then glanced into the kitchen, and his eyes went wide. "How can there be four of you?"
"Zach!" gasped Marty. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought we'd come over to practice for our concert tonight," Zach explained. "Are these your cousins? They look so much like you?"
"I wonder if we might be distantly related to the Kleins," Lorraine said, as she looked up. "These are actually nephews of Dr. Brown."
"My name is Alex Klein," Alex explained, "and Brantley and Joe are my brothers. We are all triplets. We're 22 years old."
"It's great to meet you guys," Zach said, warmly. "I'm the bass guitarist in Marty's band, The Pinheads. This is Joey Landvatter, who plays the keyboards - and this is Billy Winterson, who is our drummer."
"Pleased to meet you all," Joe said, warmly. "I play lead guitar in a rock band, too."
"Why don't you come join us tonight, then?" Zach said, invitingly. "You could play a few numbers, too. Just tell us what riff the song you're playing is in, and the rest of us will try to keep up."
"Thank you so much," Joe replied, smiling. "I feel so honoured to be able to play with Marty's band. By the way, why did you call yourselves The Pinheads?"
"It's because that's what Mr. Strickland called us," Zach explained. "Initially, we were going to call ourselves The Slackers - as that seems to be his favourite word to throw around. However, we decided it may just be asking for trouble - so, instead, we went with the name he called us, when we were late arriving to school one morning."
"Great Scott!" gasped Doc, as he stepped into the house. "What in the name of Sir Isaac H Newton are you all doing here?"
"I just stopped here," Lorraine explained, "to wish my son good luck on his concert, but that my husband and I would not be able to attend tonight. By the way, I am so sorry about the loss of your nephew. Calvin Klein was such a nice young man."
"Thanks, Lorraine," Doc said, with a bit of uneasiness. Turning to the members of Marty's band, he asked, "What about you guys?"
"We decided to practice with Marty," Zach explained. "You do have a huge amplifier here - and we knew Marty would be here, so we decided to surprise him a little. It's nice meeting your nephews. Can it be possible that Marty might be distantly related to you? They sure do bear a striking resemblance to him."
"I think the resemblance comes from the other side of Calvin's family," Doc replied, a little perturbed. "Why don't you boys head down to the basement. I really need to talk with Marty and my nephews, first."
"I guess I'll be out of here," Lorraine replied. "I wasn't planning to stay long."
"Good bye, Mom!" Marty called, as Lorraine turned to leave. "I'll call you tonight."