A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Things are coming along. Should be a fairly short story. More reviews will be welcome!
I wished I owned something...
1990
"Who were we visiting anyway?"
Edna and Mary had to stop for gas before they went on. Edna wanted to stand outside rather than wait in the car. They were in the middle of town, not far at all from the Formans. The town looked a little busier than it was when she kissed it goodbye in '76. There were a few more chains and grocery stores. In the distance she could see the diner where she worked as a waitress until her brother died. It was a hard job serving coffee to leering old men who liked to smack her ass. Still, the tips were good and it paid the bills. Retrospect being the bitch that it was, however,
it was probably the best job she had ever held considering how her days were now filled with slinging crap to the elderly. She shook her head to clear herself from her musings. "I'm sorry?" she asked.
"Who were we visiting," Mary repeated.
"Private Stephen Henry McCullough," Edna smiled. "He was my brother. When our mother killed your…Hank…he was all I had."
Mary nodded. "Is that where your son got his name?"
Edna sighed. "Yes and no," she said. "He got his name from his father."