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"Ex..excuse me?"asked the woman faintly "What did you say?" "I said I'm his son" replied the young man nervously. "I think you'd better come in" said the woman regaining her composure. "I'm his wife Margaret Pierce; I assume you have a name?" "I'm Connor, Connor Pierce" He said smiling slightly. She moved out the way and he went in. "Go sit in the lounge, I've got a phonecall to make" Margaret instructed walking away.
Connor walked into the lounge and sat down staring around the room. It was full of family photos he assumed the man in the photos was his father. He'd never seen him, but he knew things about him-well what his mom had told him anyway.
His mom had been a nurse in the war, her and Doctor Pierce had gotten drunk one night and ended up in bed together, a few weeks later the war ended and everyone was sent home. It was only after she got back that she realised she was pregnant. She never told Doctor Pierce about it or anyone else for that matter until the day she died and told Connor to go find his father. Connor had spent the next few months trying to find him, finally tracking him down to 1 Maple Leaf Drive, Crabapple Cove,Maine.
He stared at the photos, 'What am I doing here?' He thought guiltily 'What if he isn't really my dad and I'm just wrecking his life for nothing? I know I promised mom I'd find him and I have. So what on God's green earth possessed me to come down here to meet him???!!For all I know this could destroy his marriage.'
"Do you want a drink?" Margaret asked stiffly. "Er no thanks" Connor replied uncomfortably. There was an awkward silence. "Does your mom know you're here?" She asked. "No, she died a month ago" He replied quietly. "I'm sorry" She said apologetically "Who's looking after you then?" "I'm eighteen! I don't need a babysitter! I can look after myself!" He exclaimed indignantly. "Hawk'll be back soon" She said before flouncing out.
"Oh you're doing a great job Connor" He told himself "First you get lost then you get here and find he isn't here and then you get in his wife's bad books. What a brilliant start!" "Why're you talking to yourself?"A voice asked. Connor jumped and looked round. The girl was stood in the doorway. "Because I'm the only one I can get a straight answer out of" He replied grinning. "You're weird" She said grinning back "I'm Jo who're you?" "I'm Connor" He replied. "you know what's really weird" She commented "You look like a younger version of my dad, do you know him?" "Nope but I can't wait to meet him" said Connor.
'I look like him? Oh well that narrows down the chance of him not being my dad.'He thought 'I guess that makes her my sister-she looks like her mom. Maybe I'll wait a while before springing my news on her'
Margaret walked back in. "Jo go tidy your room, it's a tip" she said. "But mom!" Jo whined "I wanna talk to Connor!" "Joanna Pierce go tidy your room now!" Margaret ordered. Jo stomped off. Margaret stared at Connor a second before following suit.
Connor sat still staring at his fingers for the next half hour. It seemed that Margaret hadn't been able to trust herself talking to him. Suddenly. "HONEY I'M HOME!!!!" a cheery voice yelled. Connors heart leapt.
"Ex..excuse me?"asked the woman faintly "What did you say?" "I said I'm his son" replied the young man nervously. "I think you'd better come in" said the woman regaining her composure. "I'm his wife Margaret Pierce; I assume you have a name?" "I'm Connor, Connor Pierce" He said smiling slightly. She moved out the way and he went in. "Go sit in the lounge, I've got a phonecall to make" Margaret instructed walking away.
Connor walked into the lounge and sat down staring around the room. It was full of family photos he assumed the man in the photos was his father. He'd never seen him, but he knew things about him-well what his mom had told him anyway.
His mom had been a nurse in the war, her and Doctor Pierce had gotten drunk one night and ended up in bed together, a few weeks later the war ended and everyone was sent home. It was only after she got back that she realised she was pregnant. She never told Doctor Pierce about it or anyone else for that matter until the day she died and told Connor to go find his father. Connor had spent the next few months trying to find him, finally tracking him down to 1 Maple Leaf Drive, Crabapple Cove,Maine.
He stared at the photos, 'What am I doing here?' He thought guiltily 'What if he isn't really my dad and I'm just wrecking his life for nothing? I know I promised mom I'd find him and I have. So what on God's green earth possessed me to come down here to meet him???!!For all I know this could destroy his marriage.'
"Do you want a drink?" Margaret asked stiffly. "Er no thanks" Connor replied uncomfortably. There was an awkward silence. "Does your mom know you're here?" She asked. "No, she died a month ago" He replied quietly. "I'm sorry" She said apologetically "Who's looking after you then?" "I'm eighteen! I don't need a babysitter! I can look after myself!" He exclaimed indignantly. "Hawk'll be back soon" She said before flouncing out.
"Oh you're doing a great job Connor" He told himself "First you get lost then you get here and find he isn't here and then you get in his wife's bad books. What a brilliant start!" "Why're you talking to yourself?"A voice asked. Connor jumped and looked round. The girl was stood in the doorway. "Because I'm the only one I can get a straight answer out of" He replied grinning. "You're weird" She said grinning back "I'm Jo who're you?" "I'm Connor" He replied. "you know what's really weird" She commented "You look like a younger version of my dad, do you know him?" "Nope but I can't wait to meet him" said Connor.
'I look like him? Oh well that narrows down the chance of him not being my dad.'He thought 'I guess that makes her my sister-she looks like her mom. Maybe I'll wait a while before springing my news on her'
Margaret walked back in. "Jo go tidy your room, it's a tip" she said. "But mom!" Jo whined "I wanna talk to Connor!" "Joanna Pierce go tidy your room now!" Margaret ordered. Jo stomped off. Margaret stared at Connor a second before following suit.
Connor sat still staring at his fingers for the next half hour. It seemed that Margaret hadn't been able to trust herself talking to him. Suddenly. "HONEY I'M HOME!!!!" a cheery voice yelled. Connors heart leapt.