Part 2
Wednesday, November 12th, 1975
Hill Valley
10:04 P.M.
BOOM!
"Look at it out there! Look at that lightning! Lorraine, wake up, you gotta see this! It's just like the storm that was in Frankenstein!"
Lorraine Baines McFly smirked as she opened her eyes. It was no surprise to her that her husband, George McFly, was already awake and watching the storm. George was a sweet and intelligent man, but he could be a little nutty about anything that reminded him of science fiction. Then again, I suppose if he wasn't a little nutty about it, he never would have gotten so far in his writing. . . .
"Come on, Lorry, this is amazing stuff!"
Lorraine sat up. George was leaning on the windowsill, staring raptly at the night sky. Joining him, she could see large bolts of lightning streaking across the night sky, accompanied by loud booms and roars of thunder. George gave her a 200-megawatt smile. "Isn't it incredible?"
"It is," Lorraine had to agree. "But I don't think it's as incredible as the one that happened 20 years ago."
"I think you're right," George nodded. "I doubt any of these bolts could stop a clock." He grinned at the sky. "Still fun to watch, though."
Lorraine giggled. "Were you watching the famous storm out your window back in 1955?" she asked, affectionately putting her arm around him.
"Of course. There was no point in going to sleep -- I was too excited. It's not every day that the school nerd punches out the school bully, after all." He winked at Lorraine. "And wins the heart of the prettiest girl in school."
"Well, it's not every day that we find out that the school nerd is the best kisser in school either." Lorraine put her head on George's shoulder. "Things certainly have changed since then, huh? 1975 seemed so far away when I was 17. Now I'm 37, a college graduate, and a housewife with three kids."
"And I'm a published author," George nodded. "I neverthought I'd get this far with my writing when I was 17. Hell, I never thought I'd even show my stories to anyone else."
"What made you change your mind?"
"What else? Calvin 'Marty' Klein. If it hadn't been for him, I probably would have been too scared to try publishing my stories. Not to mention ever approach you." George sighed. "We owe a lot to Calvin."
"We certainly do," Lorraine said. "Without him, we probably wouldn't be here right now, happily married with three wonderful kids." She frowned thoughtfully. "Although, I've always wondered -- why was he so intent on getting us together?"
"I don't know," George shrugged. "I've wondered that myself. Maybe he was just some sort of supernatural match maker, dropped from the sky to help us out."
"I somehow doubt that," Lorraine chuckled.
"Hey, you never know. He did seem to drop off the face of the earth after he got us together."
"He did say he was with the Coast Guard. Maybe he got shipped off somewhere and couldn't find a way to write." Lorraine glanced up at George. "I kinda miss him."
"I know. So do I. He was a good guy, Cal. I'm glad we named Marty after him."
"Me too. I love you, George."
"I love you too, Lorraine."