10:30 PM PST
As soon as Biff finally came home, he was all sopping wet. All he desired to do was to hop into the shower. He felt so distraught, as he figured how nobody would quite miss him - in anything was to ever happen to him. As much as he tried to put it out his mind much of the time, he had to face up to the fact that he was pretty lonely.
"Hey, Biff," called out Gertrude, as her voice sounded surprising pleasant, "I really wish to talk to you for a little while. Do you have a moment to spare?" As she sure took a close look at Biff, she added, "It look like you're all wet. Well, no matter! At least, you got home safely. Anyway, Biff, I'm afraid that I've been unfair to you."
Ordinarily, Biff would have just responded with a sarcastic retort - but he really was very depressed to make his usual biting comments. He simply nodded, as he rather wondered what his grandmother would say. He hoped she wasn't putting him on.
"I really wouldn't blame you," Gertrude continued, "if you didn't believe me. I realize now that I have been just down on you, from the moment you've moved in. Your old friend, Barney, made me aware of that - and, well, I would like to apologize."
Biff was stunned, as his grandmother never apologized to him before. He didn't even know of anyone named Barney, but he then remembered the old man who gave him the almanac. He and his gang had treated him quite cruelly, and the fact that this old man was willing to intercede on his behalf was very touching. Tears filled his eyes.
"So what happened to your car, Biff?" Gertrude asked, gently. "Did you crash into a manure truck again?" After Biff nodded, she added, "You know, I not only was quite unfair to you - but I was unfair to your father. I think I ought to drop him a line."
Biff was real stunned. He didn't know his father too well - but his grandmother would often compare him to his father, and comment about bad they both were. He was so shocked by his grandmother's change of heart. He wondered if he was dreaming.
"The thing is, I have always loathed my father," Gertrude added. "He was an outlaw who would murder people on whim, and I strongly resented the fact that he was my father. My mother taught me that it was wrong to hate other people, but I just could not help but despise that cold-blooded murderer. I never did forgive him."
"I'm guessing that my father and I look just like your father?" Biff asked, after a real brief pause. "I have heard strories about Buford the outlaw, but I guess I never ever really thought about the fact that he was your father. I wish I didn't look like him."
"I wish you didn't, either," Gertrude replied, "but that's not your fault. I never quite realized just how destructive hatred was, until your friend had talked to me. I quite do feel about about everything. It also didn't help that Charlie Needles raped me."
"Thanks for everything, Grandma," Biff said, with a sincere smile. "I'm all sticky and wet - so I was thinking of taking a shower, and then I might turn in. My friends have all ditched me, so I don't have any friends right now. I am so alone right now."
"You'll have to start treating other people in a nice manner," Gertrude suggested. "I guess this is partially my fault, for not really treating you fairly. I guess it's sure not too late for me to turn my life around, so it's not too late for you to do the same."
Biff was quiet for a moment. He sure wann't used to having insightful conversations like this with his grandmother - or anyone, for that matter. He would not have been as receptive to having the conversation, had he not been as distraught as he pretty much was. The thing is, he had always longed for his grandmother to love him.
"Yeah, you're right, Grandma," Biff said, quietly. "I guess I'd really better go hit the shower, now." After he turned to leave, he turned around and decided he may very well try something that's worth a shot. Quietly, he said, "I love you, Grandma!"
"I love you, too, Biff," Gertrude replied, as she stood up to hug her grandson. After a very brief hesitation, Biff hugged back. He was not used to such real tenderness. The only one who even really bothered to hug him was his Aunt Jill. He hadn't seen her in many years, though. "You know, Biff, this really will take some getting used to."
"Right," Biff replied, nodding. "Well, good night, Grandma." As he headed towards the bathroom, he felt so dazed. He was also worried how, within a few days, his grandma might revert back to being her old self. Maybe there was hope, though.
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Marty Jr had tears in his eyes, as he was pretty touched by the tenderness that was displayed between Gertrude and Biff. He just couldn't believe what he saw. He quite found it to be a shock. He watched Biff make his way to the bathroom. He could still be a jerk at times, but he had a very good relationship his George and Lorraine.
"You know, Marty," Harmony commented, "I am pretty confused by one thing. If Old Biff also had this conversation with Gertrude in that Biffhorrific timeline, then why do you supposed he still turned out being so evil by the time1985 came around?"
Marty Jr stopped to think, as Gertrude headed towards the kitchen to do a little bit of cleaning. The kitchen looked like that of a typical '50s grandmother, it really seemed strange that her attitude towards Biff wasn't quite grandmotherly. That might start to change, though. It was also quite nice to see that Biff did have a human side to him.
"Well, without my dad returning to retrieve the almanac," Marty Jr suggested, "I am real sure that the events of the night would've played out very differently. He would still have the almanac, and he wouldn't crashed into manure for a second time."
"I think you have a good point," Harmony replied. "If he wasn't feeling depressed, then he maybe would've been more cocky - and Gertrude would've probably soon given up on trying to make amends. That's a very good theory that you have."
"Well, let's go back to the mansion," Marty Jr suggested. "I was just amazed that he was actually able to carry your grandpa into the house. I'm not quite sure if I could. After all, I am only five feet and four inches tall - and he's six feet and one inch tall. That's like a world of difference between us. It means that he's nine inches taller."
"I think you'd be amazed by how much strenth you have," Harmony suggested. "I'm sure he must be feeling rather hungry, as well. At least, he did get to eat strawberry pancakes early in the morning - but that was actually over twelve hours ago."
"Well, we've been here for almost eighteen hours," Marty Jr pointed out. "I wonder if we'll both feel hungry, as soon as we finally end up back inside of our bodies."
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Marty Two sat up, as he realized just how hungry he was. He hadn't eaten anything, since Goldie Wilson gave him a treat of strawberry pancakes early that morning. He headed towards the kitchen, and he began to scoop up a large bowl of chocolate ice cream. He then topped it with lots of chocolate syrup and some candy sprinkles.
He also grabbed a bottle of Pepsi from the refrigerator, and he reached for a bottle opener to get it open. They were rather more inconvenient than the cans that were around by the 1980s. He started to wish he had stood his ground more about going to the year 2015 with Doc - as none of this would have ever happened.
He went back into the living room, and he took a good look at Doc '55. He wondered how long his older friend would be out. It was a great thing that Doc '85 had actually thought to write him a letter. He was just amazed that Western Union held onto it for so long. He wonder what the man who delivered him the letter would actually lose.
At least, Jennifer was the same way as he remembered her. It was rather confusing to have to contend with having a second set of memories. He did still play the guitar in his rock band, called the The Pinheads - and they were still rejected as being "too loud" by the Huey Lewis look-alike. Uncle Joey still hadn't managed to make parole.
His thoughts then drifted towards his ancestors in 1885. He knew how he was named after his great-grandfather Seamus - and Seamus' brother, Martin. He really had not known anything about them, except for the real fact that Seamus and Maggie settled in Hill Valley a little over a century. He wondered what his ancestors were like.
He then figured that Doc really wouldn't want him to interact with his ancestors, even if Seamus and Maggie were already married by the time they moved to Hill Valley. It made him feel a little sad, as he would really love to meet some of his ancestors.
He wondered if Doc would still plan on destroying the time machine. He really wished to visit the late 1960s, when the peace movement was around. Even though he knew that the world politics of that era were ugly, he sure loved the music of that time.