2005
"Relax buddy" Don advised in a brotherly way.
"Are you Rocko?" the woman asked. Like Charlie and David, she had dark, curly hair.
"No" Charlie awkwardly made his voice a pitch lower.
"You ...seem familiar..." she gave Charlie a good look.
"We're just here for the art" Don said.
"Okay..." Son she excused herself and went to see Charlie's other brother.
"That was close!" the professor exclaimed.
"Sure was."
2004
Aren't you going to eat any soup, mom?" Don asked after a bit. She hadn't touched it since Alan had put it on the bed tray.
"I'm waiting for it to cool down" she told him, though he wasn't fooled.
Eventually, the Ghost and Mrs. Muir finished.
"What do you wanna see next, mom?"
"To have and Have not. Margaret told him, while arranging her pillows yet again."You dad got me a DVD copy of it last week"
"Okay." Don switched DVDs, and again cursed his brother for not being there.
2005
"This is amazing work!" Charlie looked around some more.
"Sure is..."
"I wonder what kind of father he was" Charle mused.
2004
Around nine in the evening, Margaret started to worry.
"Don, why don't you go pick him up? It's getting late, and I don't like it when he bikes at night" Between his tendency to get distracted,and the darkness could hide him from oncoming cars Margaret could not help but be restless and anxious.
"Sure" Don agreed, if only to give his brother a good talking to.
Soon, he was at Charlie's office.
"Hey man! It's time to go home!" Don annonced bossily, but the professor just ignored him.
"I've ga-got to fi-finish these ca-calculations." Charlie continued to scribble on a piece of scratch paper.
"Screw the calculations!" Don angrilygrabbed the paper, tore it up, and throw the ensuring pieces in the trash. "Let go home! Mom's worried sick about you, though it should be the other way around!"
"What are you doing?" Charlie demanded.
"Let's go home!" Don repeated in a menancing voice.
2005
"Oh no!" Charlie groaned.
"What?" Don asked.
"Sam's here!"
TBC