WHO:
yourothermother,
more_surreal,
zeronatorWHAT: A little less eyeball-nomming, a lot more action.
WHEN: Evening, Wednesday 28 June
WHERE: The Other Mother's apartment building
WARNINGS: Intended eyeball nomming. Violence.
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i am holding and have been forever )
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Instead, the feeling that something is terribly, terribly wrong that's been niggling in the back of his mind has only grown, as has his guilt for essentially ditching Harvey, and with him Billy, for someone who provided shinier toys. But those feelings don't stop him from running to the table when she calls- his new and improved parent never ever serves oatmeal.
"I'm here!" He yells. "What are we having tonight?"
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The Other Mother smiles and points to the table. As usual, it's just this side of a feast: juicy hamburgers grilled perfectly, with a table full of condiments, a casserole dish full of homemade macaroni & cheese, a fruit salad that went heavy on the whipped cream, homemade french fries, and cake for dessert.
She's gone all-out, of course. Their last meal is almost always the most splendid. It makes the process easier if they're happy. Her smile grows at the thought. After Calvin has eaten, her own hunger will finally go away.
And, at the head of the table--Calvin's place--there's a slim box, gift wrapped in shiny paper of Calvin's favourite color.
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...suddenly he remembered that he'd left Norton behind when he left Harvey's. And that robot dinosaur Harvey had gotten him after Billy had gotten his own animals. And that he didn't have Hobbes.
But then Calvin put those thoughts out of his head because whatever was in that box was sure to be great!
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She was just as happy as any child might be when dinner was finally over.
"Well, go on," she urged. "Open it!"
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