Duh Part 9
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*******1 Month Later*********
"Tristan!" I called from the kitchen. "Yea babe?" he yelled back from the study. "Don't yea babe me, get your ass in here!" Yesterday we had moved into a cozy 3 bedroom house across the street and down a ways from my mothers house. It was perfect for us until we leave for Harvard. Technically there are two more months of Chilton left, but neither of us saw the point in procrastinating. Tristan's family couldn't care less, as long as he didn't tarnish the family name, and they continued to finance everything he does. My mother was just happy to be able to make-out everywhere in the house without risking my walking in on them. Tristan jogged into the kitchen, saw the look on my face and his grin faltered. "Something wrong hun?" I glared and held up the broken remains of Ernie, my favorite mug. "I found him in a corner, in pieces, next to decaf coffee. Is there something you'd like to tell me?"
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Oops. I gulped. Lorelei had warned me against touching Ernie, and I'd been careless. He'd slipped when I was unpacking, Swiping the shards away for a moment, I'd gotten distracted and forgotten to get rid of the evidence..and buy a new PowerPuff girls mug. Now she found it, with a bag of my favorite decaf blend (a forbidden thing)..and I am in deep shit. "Waiting for an explanation," she commented dryly. "Well, uh, ya see, I was, umm, unpacking, and I got distracted, and-" I looked guiltily at the mug. "How could you do that to Ernie and not tell me?" she asked, hurt seeping from her voice. I sighed, "Aww, hunny, I'm sorry. I was gonna tell you." I hugged her. She reluctantly embraced me and I smiled. When she pulled away I noticed a familiar gleam in her eye and my smile fell from my face. "Rory no, don't even day it." Ironically she didn't say a word. Just placed Ernie's remains in a bag and held it out to me. "Ror-" "No! You killed him. Now you get to go bury him. Go, start digging. I'm gonna call mom and get some coffee in a different mug. That isn't killed." Resigned to my fate I took the bag and scuffled to the backyard to dig a grave for the broken mug.
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I watched Tristan trudge out to the shed to grab a shovel and let my smile show. That'll teach him to break my favorite mug, I thought wickedly. After discarding of the last of the packing materials I had been going through when I found Ernie, I poured a cup of coffee. I was just about to sit down at the table to watch Tristan shovel when the phone rang. Our phone rang. Giddy from the excitement of living with Tristan I picked it up, 'Hello?" "Rory darling! How are you? It's JoAnn." I rolled my eyes at the sound of Tristan's mothers voice. She was shrill and crude and didn't give a damn about anyone but herself. Wondering what this was about I put on a carefully polite and pleasant voice, "I'm very well. And yourself?" "Peachy darling. Is my lovely son there by any chance?" "Of course. Let me grab him for you, just a moment." Walking outside I handed the phone to Tristan and mouthed, "Your mom." He scowled and took it, "Yes mother?" I stifled a laugh and leaving him to his privacy re- entered the house. Picking up the abandoned coffee I looked around and sighed. This is the life. Cliché saying, very appropriate. Every room, save the bedroom, was decorated with a mix of both our tastes, providing to be tasteful, sinful, and cozy at the same time. I'd shanghaied Tristan into letting me surprise him with our bedroom, so we've been staying in the guest room while I work on it. So far everything is waiting for me to put it up, I just need Tristan to leave for a while. Hearing him enter I looked up. "Tomorrow I have to go into Hartford for the day. Are you okay with that?" Speak of the devil and he appears I thought amused. Nodding I returned his smile. "I'll probably be gone from 10 until at least 4 or 5. I'm sure you'll find something to do without me, right?" "Well, difficult as it may be I think I just might be able to survive without you for a whole 8 hours. Beyond that it's anyone's guess." "Smart ass." "And you love my ass." "All too true. Now my darling Mary, how about we head over to Luke's, grab some take-out, and christen our new digs with some heavy making out?" "Love to Romeo," I replied laughing. We headed out the door and down the street happily.
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*******1 Month Later*********
"Tristan!" I called from the kitchen. "Yea babe?" he yelled back from the study. "Don't yea babe me, get your ass in here!" Yesterday we had moved into a cozy 3 bedroom house across the street and down a ways from my mothers house. It was perfect for us until we leave for Harvard. Technically there are two more months of Chilton left, but neither of us saw the point in procrastinating. Tristan's family couldn't care less, as long as he didn't tarnish the family name, and they continued to finance everything he does. My mother was just happy to be able to make-out everywhere in the house without risking my walking in on them. Tristan jogged into the kitchen, saw the look on my face and his grin faltered. "Something wrong hun?" I glared and held up the broken remains of Ernie, my favorite mug. "I found him in a corner, in pieces, next to decaf coffee. Is there something you'd like to tell me?"
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Oops. I gulped. Lorelei had warned me against touching Ernie, and I'd been careless. He'd slipped when I was unpacking, Swiping the shards away for a moment, I'd gotten distracted and forgotten to get rid of the evidence..and buy a new PowerPuff girls mug. Now she found it, with a bag of my favorite decaf blend (a forbidden thing)..and I am in deep shit. "Waiting for an explanation," she commented dryly. "Well, uh, ya see, I was, umm, unpacking, and I got distracted, and-" I looked guiltily at the mug. "How could you do that to Ernie and not tell me?" she asked, hurt seeping from her voice. I sighed, "Aww, hunny, I'm sorry. I was gonna tell you." I hugged her. She reluctantly embraced me and I smiled. When she pulled away I noticed a familiar gleam in her eye and my smile fell from my face. "Rory no, don't even day it." Ironically she didn't say a word. Just placed Ernie's remains in a bag and held it out to me. "Ror-" "No! You killed him. Now you get to go bury him. Go, start digging. I'm gonna call mom and get some coffee in a different mug. That isn't killed." Resigned to my fate I took the bag and scuffled to the backyard to dig a grave for the broken mug.
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I watched Tristan trudge out to the shed to grab a shovel and let my smile show. That'll teach him to break my favorite mug, I thought wickedly. After discarding of the last of the packing materials I had been going through when I found Ernie, I poured a cup of coffee. I was just about to sit down at the table to watch Tristan shovel when the phone rang. Our phone rang. Giddy from the excitement of living with Tristan I picked it up, 'Hello?" "Rory darling! How are you? It's JoAnn." I rolled my eyes at the sound of Tristan's mothers voice. She was shrill and crude and didn't give a damn about anyone but herself. Wondering what this was about I put on a carefully polite and pleasant voice, "I'm very well. And yourself?" "Peachy darling. Is my lovely son there by any chance?" "Of course. Let me grab him for you, just a moment." Walking outside I handed the phone to Tristan and mouthed, "Your mom." He scowled and took it, "Yes mother?" I stifled a laugh and leaving him to his privacy re- entered the house. Picking up the abandoned coffee I looked around and sighed. This is the life. Cliché saying, very appropriate. Every room, save the bedroom, was decorated with a mix of both our tastes, providing to be tasteful, sinful, and cozy at the same time. I'd shanghaied Tristan into letting me surprise him with our bedroom, so we've been staying in the guest room while I work on it. So far everything is waiting for me to put it up, I just need Tristan to leave for a while. Hearing him enter I looked up. "Tomorrow I have to go into Hartford for the day. Are you okay with that?" Speak of the devil and he appears I thought amused. Nodding I returned his smile. "I'll probably be gone from 10 until at least 4 or 5. I'm sure you'll find something to do without me, right?" "Well, difficult as it may be I think I just might be able to survive without you for a whole 8 hours. Beyond that it's anyone's guess." "Smart ass." "And you love my ass." "All too true. Now my darling Mary, how about we head over to Luke's, grab some take-out, and christen our new digs with some heavy making out?" "Love to Romeo," I replied laughing. We headed out the door and down the street happily.