Dunn Right
Dunn slowly pulled his battered car into the available space in front of the Allen home. It had been hell trying to find the place. Slowly, he exited the car. No reason to rush, he was early anyway.
Allen wasn't quite sure whether his sister was gonna bite his head off or not. He'd essentially told her he'd called the man who broke her heart, over for dinner. But instead she continued to stare at the floor. Rubbing his neck as he did when nervous he said, "Look, if it bothers you this much.. I'll.. I'll tell him it's been cancelled."
"No. It's not that I don't want to see him, it's just," she paused, and from Allen's point of view appeared to be studying the patterns of the carpet, "it's been so long… I mean will he even remember me?"
Before Allen could even give anything that resembled advice the doorbell rang.
Dunn was nervous. Sure he'd been nervous plenty of times but this time was different.
"I mean it's just Allen's family," he thought, "what could go wrong?"
The sound of locks being unlatched cut Dunn from his personal dilemmas and back to the present.
Allen pulled the door aside, there on his front porch stood Jake Dunn. A two-headed coin, on one side a good friend. The other a heartbreaking prick. Allen led him inside.
As if Dunn wasn't already worried enough about this visit, Allen kept giving him the stink eye. After awhile the moaning drifting down the stairs and into the living room were too much so he had to ask, "Uh, what's with the moaning?"
Allen said, deadpan "Jenna, my sister. She's a whore."
This statement caught Dunn off guard, it wasn't the whole 'my sister's a whore' part it was how Allen said it. Almost if it wasn't his sister's fault but somehow Dunn's. "What's his deal?" though Dunn to himself. "What's got him so pissed at me?"
With a sigh Allen said "Ok, that came off differently than I wanted it to. Look, Dunn we're best friends, right?"
"Yeah, you know that. Is something wrong?" asked Dunn, sensing Allen wasn't asking just to make sure they were still bro's, their had be an underlying meaning.
Allen drew a crinkled photograph from his pocket and flipped it over so Dunn could see the image.
Seeing the picture Dunn grunted "Where the hell'd you find that?"
"Got it from my, sister."
"And why the fuck would she have a picture of me?"
"Because, she's the woman in the photo." said Allen calmly, in opposition to Dunn's angry attitude.
"I don't remember ever having anything to do with your damn sister." Dunn said through gritted teeth.
"Here. I'll remind you." said Allen, with a smirk. "Two years ago. Girl named Sarah. You left her. Ring any bells?"
"Not a one." whispered Dunn, "Met a lot of Sarah's in my time. What makes this one so special?"
"She had your child for starters. Secondly, you left her pregnant and heartbroken. How 'bout now? Remember that part?"
"Like I said, I don't remember your fucking sister!" shouted Dunn, his anger boiling over. What the hell was Allen's deal? He didn't remember getting no babe pregnant.
"Oh, well I remember you.." said said Sister, entering the room.
