September 9, 2011
Reeds - Round 6
"Look, I said I was sorry," Walter snapped. "What do you want from me?"
"I want you to tell Mom that you invited those people over!"
Walter huffed. "No way! I don't want her mad at me!"
"You are such a... such a... brat!" Hazel yelled.
They heard a car door slam.
"Better get in the room before Mom comes in!" Walter teased.
Hazel shrieked and put Walter in a headlock.
She'd quickly done a cost and benefits analysis in her head and said she would render her decision in a few days.
As Kirsten walked in, she nodded at Walter and then made a few phone calls tying up loose ends with Vivian before starting dinner.
"Spaghetti again?" Walter complained.
Kirsten prickled. "If you want something else, then learn to cook it. It's this or macaroni," she said defensively.
Hearing the garage door open and close, she told Walter to go get ready for dinner and to tell Hazel she could come out.
Don quickly changed in the garage before heading in. Work had been brutal. He needed to come up with a different way of making some quick, easy money. He had a few plans in the works, but it all depended on how things panned out. After stashing his work clothes and straightening his suit, Don walked in with a smile on his face. His happy family, he thought sarcastically.
"Don," she said as she pushed her plate away. "I want to talk to you."
Don's stomach balled up. He wasn't ready for her to push this yet. He thought he'd have another few months before she started asking for a commitment. Recalculating, he smiled and said with as much compassion as he could muster, "What is it dear?"
"We've been living together for quite some time. But, I'm not getting any younger." Don managed to keep from scoffing. That's the truth, he thought bitterly. And he had to sleep with her each night! She continued without any clue to his real thoughts. "I'm afraid I hate to do this, but I have two impressionable teenagers. It is either time to get married or it's time to go our separate ways." Reaching across the table, she stroked his hand. "Please don't misunderstand. I love you and you've been such a god-send after Wallace passed away. But, I'm afraid I can't live like this anymore."
Working his face into a little half-smile, Don tried to look bashful. "I was hoping for it be more romantic than this. This," he waved his hand between them, "well, to be honest, it feels like you're making a business agreement."
Kirsten cocked her head to one side. "Well, isn't it?"
Don raged inside. She was supposed to be needy and clingy for this to work. Apparently she wasn't as broken up about Wallace's death as she'd seemed, he thought bitterly.
Mr. Heeling smiled and said, "Of course. I've been hoping that you would see the light and join us in the intelligence field. Fun, excitement and reasoning. It should be a step up from the legal field," he attempted to joke.
"That is wonderful. Please, I'd love for you to meet my family. This is Hazel, my daughter." Kirsten motioned for Hazel to shake hands.
"Oh it was a harmless prank. He's fine," Hazel said, glancing over at the man. Hm, she wondered. Maybe it wasn't harmless. He seemed to still be twitching...
"I've had it with you, young lady. I'm so glad that college is starting soon and that you'll be out of this house! You'll never amount to anything with your attitude!" Kirsten raged.
"I always knew you didn't want me here. Fine! I'm gone!" Hazel snapped.
Kirsten knew her age was showing and she'd decided that she would peg Don down for a date. If he wasn't serious about her, then it was better to go their separate ways, anyways. He'd been extremely secretive about something lately. If he was on the computer and she walked by, he would quickly change screens before shooing her away.