Hi Terry!
Robert slowly made his way to the Kent's front door. He'd read up on Cathy's parents, her older siblings, and he already knew Cathy from high school marching band and science camp. But he'd never met the family.
*Cathy*? You sneaky writer, you!
But Cathy would never forgive him if he did that.
Yes, and she could track him down. Multiple ways, too.
And they won’t know I’m here if I don’t knock.
Am not so sure about that…
Cathy snatched the door open from the inside. "Hey!" she called out. “Glad you’re on time.”
Going to drag him off before pop-pop can get a hold of the new beau?
She reached out and grabbed his wrist and pulled with that surprising strength. “Come on in and meet everybody!”
Oh, she really does want them all to meet him.
Mark, the oldest, home from his junior year in college – pre-med major and built like a linebacker
Or a superman. Also, ‘Mark’? Are you sure it’s not a ‘Larry’?
Shannon, Cathy’s sister, tall and willowy and standing like that angry tree from Harry Potter, and Shannon’s fiancé Wilson, who was heir to the Thomas fortune; and her twin brother Kenneth, the state Aikido champion for his age group
Huh, okay, so much for that idea.
Mrs. Kent’s shirt read, “One Rule for Dating My Daughter: Don’t.”
Mr. Kent’s shirt read, “I Have a Beautiful Daughter.” Below that, in slightly smaller print, it read, “I Also Have An Axe, A Shovel, And An Alibi.”
Together they made Robert wish he’d visited a men’s room – or a bush at the side of the house – before entering.
Yeah, with his luck, they’d probably have caught him through a window…
His tone was both light and threatening. Robert would not be surprised to be drawn and quartered if he brought her back two minutes late.
Yes, but he *would* be surprised if he where dropped from 1000ft in the air if he did so.
“My folks mean well, Bobby,” she said softly, “but they like to make an impression. You understand, right? They want their baby to be safe.”
And not have any babies. At this time, at least.
“Yeah,” breathed Robert, “safe.” He inhaled deeply, then started the car. “Good thing I wasn’t planning to take you to a motel.”
Probably doesn’t realize that Daddy Dearest can hear everything he’s saying…
Very adorable ficlet. Now, where’s the rest of it!
Michael