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Chapter 3:
"Hello?" Jonathan yelled as he ran into the kitchen and opened up the oven. A huge cloud of smoke instantly hit his face.
"Is anyone here?" He called again. He reached into the oven, barehanded, being the drunken man that he was and then yelled instantly when he burned himself. Because of which, by the way, he quickly sobered. "Aaah! Bloody Hell!" He went on cursing and such while running to the sink to put his hand in some cold water.
"O'CONNELL! WHERE THE BLOODY HE-"
"What do you need, Jonathan?" Rick asked, walking casually into the kitchen. "Jonathan! What are you doing? Why's there smoke everywhere?" He yelled, fanning the smoke, which was now covering the room, from his face.
"Why do you think, O'Connell? Evie left something in the oven!"
Rick opened one of the drawers and pulled out an oven mitt and put it on. (*A/N*- Can you even imagine Rick wearing an oven mitt? Lol)
He pulled out the goose quickly and put it on top of the stove, then closed the oven and shut it off. The goose was, of coarse, burnt to an absolute crisp and completely black all over.
"Why didn't you take it out, Jonathan?" Rick yelled, walking over to the kitchen window and opening it.
"Don't you think I tried that?" He yelled back. "Look at my hand!" He said, holding it up. It was at least a second-degree burn on all of his fingers and part of his palm.
Rick gave a slight disgusted look and went back out of the kitchen to find his son, who he had left just moments ago.
"Oh, of coarse. Just leave Jonathan. He'll be fine tending to his own burn. That's right, Rick! Don't mind me!" He yelled, just loud enough for Rick to hear, although he was never the less ignored.
"What happened, Dad? Did Unc Jon Jon get burnded?" Alex, who had been standing just about 10 feet away from the kitchen door holding his teddy bear, asked.
"Yeah, son. He did. But, he'll be all right."
"Sure. I'll be al right," Jonathan mumbled, "I'll just die from loss of blood, is all." But, no one heard him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, Alex. I'm sure."
Jonathan rolled his eyes at that.
"So, do you still want that snack?" Rick asked.
"Kay."
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Evelyn walked up to her best friend's doorway and knocked hard on it a few times. It had started pouring and by the time she'd reached the doorway, she was soaked. She knew she must have looked a mess, her make-up having been ruined by the rain and her hair being wild from the wind.
When no one came to answer the door, she banged harder.
"Wait just a minute! I'm coming!" The woman called from inside.
She finally opened the door and was surprised to see her best friend standing in front of her.
"Evie? What happened? Oh, come in, come in!" She said, opening the door wider and letting her friend in, then closing it behind her.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Heather. I jus--well, I needed someone to talk to and I. . ." She trailed off.
"Oh, it's quite all right." Heather said. Her eyebrows were furrowed with confusion and her dark brown eyes were glimmering with concern. "Now what's bothering you?"
"Well," she started, telling Heather all about what had happened and what had started it all: that stupid letter.
"Robert D'Lainey? That creep from college?"
"Yes, D'Lainey."
"Ooh, I *never* liked him. Couldn't understand for the life of me why you ever gave him the time of day."
"Oh, that's right! You had never liked him. I'd completely forgotten."
"Remember how much I used to make fun of him? He always had that stupid way of talking. Y'know, like he was the king of the world and controlled *everything*? Ooh, I couldn't *stand* that!" Heather laughed.
"Yes, and I would always be so angry with you because you'd do it right when I was standing there!" Evelyn giggled at the mere thought.
"I'm so glad you didn't end up marrying him! That would have been horrible! Hey, what made you guys break up, anyway?"
"I told you that, didn't I? He didn't believe in my wanting to be an Egyptologist. He told me that I was supposed to stay at home to take care of *his* seven children! And to think, he hadn't even *proposed* yet!"
"Oh, yeah. So, you told Rick that *that* guy was perfect for you?"
"Well, I was angry. I hadn't even been thinking about what I'd said really."
"Right. And then the whole thing just sort of blew up?"
"Yes. I suppose I was overreacting a bit, but. . .he was acting as if I'd really had NO life before I'd met him! And he wasn't even jealous!"
"Well, Evie, you'll just have to get him back for that."
Evelyn looked up cautiously at her friend. Heather had always had a knack for getting revenge on people. It seemed that since school, she hadn't lost her edge. "How?" She asked.
"Well," Heather started, "I'm not quite sure yet. But, we'll work out something tomorrow."
"All right, well. I suppose I'd better be going then."
"Going? But why?"
"I don't want to be a bother."
"You're never a bother, Evelyn. Especially since it's just my cat, Caesar, and I here. I'd like some human company, actually. I don't have an extra bed, but you're welcome to have this couch here, if you like. "
"Okay." Evie smiled.
"Would you like some tea?" Heather asked, standing up.
"Oh, no, thank you. Actually, I'd just rather get to bed."
"Oh, well, first, let's get you out of those wet clothes." She walked up the stairs and Evie followed.
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"All right, son. Climb into bed." Rick said to Alex when they reached his bedroom.
Alex did what his dad had said and got into his tiny blue bed.
"Do you wanna hear a bed-time story?"
Alex shook his head. "When's mummy come home?" He asked, pouting slightly.
Rick's heart almost broke when he saw the look on his son's face. "I don't know, son."
"Soon?"
"I really can't say."
"Oh. I miss her."
Rick just looked at his son for a minute and then said, "Me too."
"Nigh-nigh, Daddy." Alex said, turning over in his bed.
"Night-night." He said, kissing Alex on the side of his head. He then headed out of the room, turning off the light and leaving the door slightly cracked.
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Okay, all 4 now! I'll update soon!
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Chapter 3:
"Hello?" Jonathan yelled as he ran into the kitchen and opened up the oven. A huge cloud of smoke instantly hit his face.
"Is anyone here?" He called again. He reached into the oven, barehanded, being the drunken man that he was and then yelled instantly when he burned himself. Because of which, by the way, he quickly sobered. "Aaah! Bloody Hell!" He went on cursing and such while running to the sink to put his hand in some cold water.
"O'CONNELL! WHERE THE BLOODY HE-"
"What do you need, Jonathan?" Rick asked, walking casually into the kitchen. "Jonathan! What are you doing? Why's there smoke everywhere?" He yelled, fanning the smoke, which was now covering the room, from his face.
"Why do you think, O'Connell? Evie left something in the oven!"
Rick opened one of the drawers and pulled out an oven mitt and put it on. (*A/N*- Can you even imagine Rick wearing an oven mitt? Lol)
He pulled out the goose quickly and put it on top of the stove, then closed the oven and shut it off. The goose was, of coarse, burnt to an absolute crisp and completely black all over.
"Why didn't you take it out, Jonathan?" Rick yelled, walking over to the kitchen window and opening it.
"Don't you think I tried that?" He yelled back. "Look at my hand!" He said, holding it up. It was at least a second-degree burn on all of his fingers and part of his palm.
Rick gave a slight disgusted look and went back out of the kitchen to find his son, who he had left just moments ago.
"Oh, of coarse. Just leave Jonathan. He'll be fine tending to his own burn. That's right, Rick! Don't mind me!" He yelled, just loud enough for Rick to hear, although he was never the less ignored.
"What happened, Dad? Did Unc Jon Jon get burnded?" Alex, who had been standing just about 10 feet away from the kitchen door holding his teddy bear, asked.
"Yeah, son. He did. But, he'll be all right."
"Sure. I'll be al right," Jonathan mumbled, "I'll just die from loss of blood, is all." But, no one heard him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, Alex. I'm sure."
Jonathan rolled his eyes at that.
"So, do you still want that snack?" Rick asked.
"Kay."
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Evelyn walked up to her best friend's doorway and knocked hard on it a few times. It had started pouring and by the time she'd reached the doorway, she was soaked. She knew she must have looked a mess, her make-up having been ruined by the rain and her hair being wild from the wind.
When no one came to answer the door, she banged harder.
"Wait just a minute! I'm coming!" The woman called from inside.
She finally opened the door and was surprised to see her best friend standing in front of her.
"Evie? What happened? Oh, come in, come in!" She said, opening the door wider and letting her friend in, then closing it behind her.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Heather. I jus--well, I needed someone to talk to and I. . ." She trailed off.
"Oh, it's quite all right." Heather said. Her eyebrows were furrowed with confusion and her dark brown eyes were glimmering with concern. "Now what's bothering you?"
"Well," she started, telling Heather all about what had happened and what had started it all: that stupid letter.
"Robert D'Lainey? That creep from college?"
"Yes, D'Lainey."
"Ooh, I *never* liked him. Couldn't understand for the life of me why you ever gave him the time of day."
"Oh, that's right! You had never liked him. I'd completely forgotten."
"Remember how much I used to make fun of him? He always had that stupid way of talking. Y'know, like he was the king of the world and controlled *everything*? Ooh, I couldn't *stand* that!" Heather laughed.
"Yes, and I would always be so angry with you because you'd do it right when I was standing there!" Evelyn giggled at the mere thought.
"I'm so glad you didn't end up marrying him! That would have been horrible! Hey, what made you guys break up, anyway?"
"I told you that, didn't I? He didn't believe in my wanting to be an Egyptologist. He told me that I was supposed to stay at home to take care of *his* seven children! And to think, he hadn't even *proposed* yet!"
"Oh, yeah. So, you told Rick that *that* guy was perfect for you?"
"Well, I was angry. I hadn't even been thinking about what I'd said really."
"Right. And then the whole thing just sort of blew up?"
"Yes. I suppose I was overreacting a bit, but. . .he was acting as if I'd really had NO life before I'd met him! And he wasn't even jealous!"
"Well, Evie, you'll just have to get him back for that."
Evelyn looked up cautiously at her friend. Heather had always had a knack for getting revenge on people. It seemed that since school, she hadn't lost her edge. "How?" She asked.
"Well," Heather started, "I'm not quite sure yet. But, we'll work out something tomorrow."
"All right, well. I suppose I'd better be going then."
"Going? But why?"
"I don't want to be a bother."
"You're never a bother, Evelyn. Especially since it's just my cat, Caesar, and I here. I'd like some human company, actually. I don't have an extra bed, but you're welcome to have this couch here, if you like. "
"Okay." Evie smiled.
"Would you like some tea?" Heather asked, standing up.
"Oh, no, thank you. Actually, I'd just rather get to bed."
"Oh, well, first, let's get you out of those wet clothes." She walked up the stairs and Evie followed.
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"All right, son. Climb into bed." Rick said to Alex when they reached his bedroom.
Alex did what his dad had said and got into his tiny blue bed.
"Do you wanna hear a bed-time story?"
Alex shook his head. "When's mummy come home?" He asked, pouting slightly.
Rick's heart almost broke when he saw the look on his son's face. "I don't know, son."
"Soon?"
"I really can't say."
"Oh. I miss her."
Rick just looked at his son for a minute and then said, "Me too."
"Nigh-nigh, Daddy." Alex said, turning over in his bed.
"Night-night." He said, kissing Alex on the side of his head. He then headed out of the room, turning off the light and leaving the door slightly cracked.
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Okay, all 4 now! I'll update soon!
