Chapter 5:
"Melody, Biff how nice to see that you could make it!" Lydia walked over to Melody and hugged her. While Neville shook Biff's hand.
"Yes glad you could make it my boy." said Neville as he looked over to Melody.
"Its a pleasure to finally get to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine." she said as he kissed her hand. "Lydia I love your curtians."
"Oh, do you I spent all of last week picking them out...
With that they left to look at the rest of the house.
"So Neville my old man you have done great for yourself haven't you." said Biff as he walked outside to the car.
"Yes I belive I have. I have a beautiful wife and three wonderful children and mother is even living with us and she has been a blessing to have around."
"Really?"
"Yes she helps out with the baby a lot and keeps the twins happy."
"So what do you think of my new Ford?" Biff asked.
"Its wonderful." said Neville as he ran his fingers over the cool metal.
"Yep its a 1930."
"1930 wow so its brand new."
"Yep hot off the line."
"Wow." was all Neville could say.
Just then more and more cars began to show up.
Neville's side of the family came up first.
Cousin and his wife George and Mary Whirlindas. Dance Chaimpions of 1928 where they fell madly in love and were married a year later.
Aunt Clairvoy she claims to see the future. Always talking about war and something called a tv and a computer and something about the internet and men walking on the moon. As if that could ever happen
Cousin Jarvis A traveler who collects nothing but jars. His prized possesion is a jar from egypt he got back in his 20s
Great Uncle Weston: A climber. He just loved to climb things. He has climed more mountians then any man Neville has ever known.
After greeting them he helped Shivers carry in the bags and pointed them all to their rooms. He heard honking and hollering.
Meaning one thing to Neville...Lydia's family has arived.
There wasn't many left in her family. Her parents had passed away before he had even knew her. All she had left were:
Aunt Petunia and Uncle "Slim" Bankshot. His real name is Sam but he is so skinny everyone just calls him Slim. They also brought their daughter Sue Pea.
Coming up behind them was her cousins. The triplets; Tom, Harry, and Moe. They were soldiers in the American Army. Neville was very proud of them. They were the few people he felt he could brag about.
Then trudging up the hill was Uncle Grimmly. He was into photography. Liked to spend his time in the dark. Coming up behind him was his brother Vincent Van Gore. He was a painter. He, like Neville, belive that photographs will never catch on. Everyone will always want to be painted.
"Well howdy there Neville my boy." said Aunt Petunia as she gave him a huge hug.
"Urk!" was all he could say as he was lifted off the ground.
"Now where is that new baby?" she asked sitting him down and rushing inside.
Trying to catch his breath he was susprised when he was hit on the back hard by Slim.
"How you doing Nev my man."
Standing up he straightens his tie.
"I'm fine Sam."
Wop!
Another hard hit on the back this time nearly knocking Neville over.
"How many times do I have to tell you its Slim."
Petunia called from the inside.
"Oops gotta go, have to keep the little woman happy." and off he went inside.
Neville tried to keep his cool as he noticed someone staring at him. He looked down and saw Sue Pea. He bends down to give her a hug.
"Hi sweetheart how are you..."
Wop!
Sue Pea kicks him in the shin hard.
Neville falls down holding his shin as the little girl runs inside.
"Sorry about that." came Slims voice from the doorway. "Sue- baby gets cranky without her nap."
"Its ok..." he said getting up from the ground. But when he looked in the doorway Slim had already gone in.
Neville turns and begins to mumble something when FLASH...SHOOM..
Neville is blinded by a bright light. Rubbing his eyes he hears the voice of Uncle Grimmly.
"Sorry about that my boy guess I had in to much powder. Don't worry though when I take the picture of the family tonight I will have it right!"
Still blinded he feels someone take ahold of his hand and open his eyelid.
"Ah so your eyes are green! I shall remember that when I paint your picture tonight."
Vincent let go of Neville and began to argure with his brother as they walked inside.
"Photographs...bah! they shall never catch on!"
"Yes they will my pictues are done in three hours time while your painting can take months..."
Finally Neville was alone and his eyes were able to adjust. Looking at the row of cars and buggies and one very angry taxi driver.
"That will be 75.00 mac!" he said holding out his palm.
"Well just give me a moment and I will go get Petunia and Sam..."
"No need...they said you would pay it."
"What! I am not paying this you can forget it!"
The taxi driver got out of the car. He was almost five inches taller then Neville and a heck of a lot stronger and heaver.
"um..." was all Neville could say.
"Now what about not paying me?" he said cracking his knuckles.
"Got chance for a hundred dollar bill?" Neville asked taking out his wallet.
"Nope." was all the man said.
"Ok...just keep the change."
"Thanks Mr." said the man getting back in the car. "And remember "if your looking for the best might as well try the friendlest" he said spouting the Friendly taxi cabs motto.
"Right." was all Neville said as the taxi took off down the driveway.
He headed inside glad that this was only a weekend visit.