"Genetic Predispositions"
At the third thunderous clamour up the stairs, Sally stepped from the kitchen into the hall, raising her oven mitt for pause. "Why don't you girls play outside?"
Katie shrugged. "It's cold outside."
Billie grinned. "There's no kind of atmosphere."
Suddenly, both girls broke into giggly harmony: "We're all alone, more or less. Help us fly, far away from here. Fun, fun, fun," they sang, as they trotted to their bedroom.
Larry poked his head out from the parlour. "Was that 'Red Dwarf'?"
Returning to their casserole, Sally rolled her eyes. "If there was ever any doubt they're your children..."
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I don't know why I assigned Larry the identity of a sci-fi geek as well as a film and Internet one. I suppose I just like the way all those interests go together in a man.
