Chapter Three:

"HEY MCFLY!" I entered the house later that morning, and I could tell I surprised everybody. Most of the family was sitting at the table, having breakfast.

"Biff!" George said, and I saw him shoot up in his seat when I entered the room. Lorraine shook her head.

"Don't you sleep in on Saturdays?" she asked me. I just shrugged and took a piece of George's bacon from his plate.

"My wife locked me out of our room." I was about to take a bite of the bacon when Lorraine took it from me and put it back on George's plate.

"I hope that doesn't mean you're planning on sleeping here for the rest of the morning." Lorraine said, passing me as she walked towards the fridge.

"Not a bad idea," I said, following her with a smirk. "As long as he stays out." I tilted my head towards George. Lorraine scowled and turned to face me, something she hadn't done in years.

"Biff Tannen, you need to learn to take care of yourself. You can't keep coming here whenever you need help."

There it was again. Even Lorraine was calling me by both my names. It was getting me irritated by now. I stood there in the kitchen, looking straight at the girl I was after when I was younger, who looked like she was waiting for me to walk out the door.

"Hey, I boss you around, remember?" I said, and I laughed, but no one else did. George was bent over his plate, pretending he wasn't listening. Before Lorraine could say another word, I continued. "I just came by to ask you two a question." I took a seat at the table without being offered to.

"Fine, Biff, fine." Lorraine gave in, and sat down in her seat again with the orange juice.

"This morning my wife told me she was hanging around with some of those friends she used to hang around with when we were in high school, but I don't remember any of them. I need to know who they are."

"Why do you need to know?" she asked me suspiciously.

"You see, I've got this whole plan worked out..." I told them about my plan, and I was surprised it only took three minutes to explain, because it took me a while to figure it out myself. Lorraine sat across the table from me, looking surprised.

"Well, that sounds... clever." she said.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, nothing," was all she said and she waved her hands at me. "Now, to answer your question..." she stopped to think for a minute, and I used that time to admire how she looked that morning.

"I don't really remember any of her friends... Oh, wait... didn't she used to talk with that Jenny girl?"

"Who?" I didn't remember anyone named Jenny. Lorraine rolled her eyes at me and shook her head again.

"You probably don't remember anyone but-" she stopped suddenly, but I didn't think to ask her why,

"So who was this Jenny again?" I asked, and for once I was more interested in my plan for my wife than I was with Lorraine.

"I'm sure she still lives here. Her daughter goes to Marty's school." she smiled. "You could give her a call. What about you George? Do you remember Jenny?"

George looked up. "What, Lorraine? What?"

I rolled my eyes and stood up from the table. "I'll just see what I can find out from this Jenny person," I was about to head out the door, but I stopped and turned back around. "Do you have a phone book? Patricia usually keeps it in our room." My wife had been social, and spent a lot of time on the phone in our room.

"Oh yes, feel free to use it."

"Where is it?" I started looking around the room, but I didn't see anything that looked like a phone book.

"By the phone."

After a few long minutes, I finally found the person I was looking for. I was going to call this person at my own house, but I didn't want my wife to find out. I went ahead and used their telephone without asking, and while I was waiting for someone to answer, I heard Lorraine say, "Something has defiantly changed, George. Who would have thought something like this would involve Biff Tannen?"

"Hello?" For a second I forgot what I was doing, but I quickly got back on track. "Oh, right," I said. "Is this..." I paused as I looked at the phone book again. "Jenny-"

"That's me." she said in a happy voice before I finished my question.

"All right, all right," I said into the phone. "Are you one of the friends my wife, Patricia Tannen, visited for the last month?"

There was a pause, and for a minute I thought she had hung up. Finally, there was a response. "Biff Tannen?"

"Hello? Anybody home? Of course it's me," I said in an exasperated voice. "Anyway, are you going to answer my question or not, Butthead?"

"Not if you're going to be rude about it." she snapped back.

"Fine." I agreed, but didn't mean it.

I heard her clear her throat. "All right," she said, and then she paused again. Come on! I thought. I don't have all day.

"Yes, your wife did stop by a few weeks ago. Why do you ask?" As if she didn't all ready know.

"She's been acting weird lately. Do you think you could tell me what's been going on with her?"

"Of course I could." she said, and I waited for her to continue, but she said nothing.

"And are you going to?" Whoever this Jenny was, I didn't like her.

"I said I could." There was another small silence in which I started to mutter.

"Butthead." I said more to myself than to her, but she heard me.

"Same old Biff." I could almost picture her shaking her head.

"Same old Jenny," I said back to her. "If I knew who the hll you were."

"I didn't expect you to remember me. Everyone seems to remember you, though."

"What the hll is that supposed to mean?" This must be why Patricia was acting so confusing. She caught it from her friends. "Nevermind. Just answer the stupid question."

"Ah, so you admit you asked a stupid question?" she said to me slowly.

"What?"

She started to laugh. "You have been saying stupid things since I first met you, and I must say that question was one of the stupidest things I have ever heard you say," I was about to answer to her when she spoke again. "Now, if you don't mind, I've got work to do." Before I knew it, she hung up.

"Butthead." I said again.

"Did you find out anything?" Lorraine said as she walked passed the phone to get to the other room.

"Nothing. A gorilla could give me better information than that Butthead." I said angrily, then I slammed the phone back down.

"Be careful with that," Lorraine snapped. "And don't you mean monkey?"

"What?"

"Nevermind." she shook her head and continued walking into the next room. "I expect you'll be leaving now? Your wife might be wondering where you went."

I made a sound in disbelieve as I headed towards the door. When I was about to leave I noticed that Lorraine was still standing there, watching me leave with a confused look on her face.

When I got home my wife was waiting for me, just like last month. Oh great, I thought. This couldn't be good.

"Now what?" I shot at her. I was still in an angry mood from the phone call.

She looked up at me innocently. "I was just wondering where you had gone. I was waiting for quite a while."

"I went to the McFlys." I said, and I titled my head towards the door, trying to tell her to follow me as I walked up the stairs. "Why did you wait out here?"

She shrugged. "It's a nice day... I thought I might take a walk."

"You do that." I opened the door and stepped inside, trying to ignore the fact that she was still outside, standing on the doorstep. I tried to walk up the stairs, but as I saw her through the window I couldn't help but go back outside.

"What the hll are you doing?" I asked as I stood in the doorway, watching her turned around and smile weakly at me.

"Well, when I said I'd like to go on a walk, I meant with you." I could tell she was trying to keep the smile on her face even though she wanted to frown.

"With me?" I asked stupidly. I leaned against the doorframe, studying her. "With me?" I repeated.

"With you." she repeated as well, but with a nod. I paused for a minute, wondering why she had suddenly wanted to take a walk with me when she had just locked me out of our room that morning. I figured if I did take the walk I'd figure it out.

"All right, all right," I walked down the stairs, noticing her forced smile had turned into a real one. At least one of us was smiling.

Wait a minute? One of us was smiling? When did this happen? For the last few months neither of us seemed very happy when we were around each other. I started to wonder if I would be this confused if I had married Lorraine.