What to do about Auntie X, a story of the Aunt Verse for the Giraffe Call
For Rix_Scaedu's prompt.
This is in the Aunt Family setting, which has a landing page now here ( and on LJ).
Beryl is one of Evangaline's nieces.
"But Mom..."
"Don't argue. You know it's your Aunt Beatrix's turn to host Thanksgiving, and you know we can't very well not show up only on her years."
"But Moooom," Beryl's younger sister Amy picked up the complaint, "it smells funny there."
"It's the cats," their older sister Chalcedony added. "Mom, come on. Someone needs to tell Beatrix that her house smells like cat pee."
"Well," their mother pursed her lips, "we do have a new Aunt in the family. Perhaps we can convince her to do the honors."
Beryl faltered. "Now that's just mean. Maybe we could call that TV show?"
"The last thing we want is some tv cameras in a Family house. Who knows what they'd find? Beatrix never had any kids, after all."
"They'd find cats," Chalce answered succinctly. "And who knows? She could have a kid in there somewhere, and nobody would be able to tell."
"All right, you girls are just being silly. Sit next to someone with a cold for a couple days before the holiday, and I'll let you have the Monday after the holiday home sick."
"You know..." Their brother rarely spoke up. Men in the Family tended not to, after a while. Beryl had heard her father refer to them as the silent minority; personaly, she thought they stayed quiet mostly out of self-defense. Now, they all looked at Stone. Waiting. Stunned. He coughed. “Forget TV. The five of us could manage an intervention on our own.”
“An…”
“Five…”
“Seriously?”
“Awesome! Mom…!”
Their mother shook her head slowly. “An intervention. Well. It would make Thanksgiving awkward…”
“But it would make it smell so much better!”
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This is in the Aunt Family setting, which has a landing page now here ( and on LJ).
Beryl is one of Evangaline's nieces.
"But Mom..."
"Don't argue. You know it's your Aunt Beatrix's turn to host Thanksgiving, and you know we can't very well not show up only on her years."
"But Moooom," Beryl's younger sister Amy picked up the complaint, "it smells funny there."
"It's the cats," their older sister Chalcedony added. "Mom, come on. Someone needs to tell Beatrix that her house smells like cat pee."
"Well," their mother pursed her lips, "we do have a new Aunt in the family. Perhaps we can convince her to do the honors."
Beryl faltered. "Now that's just mean. Maybe we could call that TV show?"
"The last thing we want is some tv cameras in a Family house. Who knows what they'd find? Beatrix never had any kids, after all."
"They'd find cats," Chalce answered succinctly. "And who knows? She could have a kid in there somewhere, and nobody would be able to tell."
"All right, you girls are just being silly. Sit next to someone with a cold for a couple days before the holiday, and I'll let you have the Monday after the holiday home sick."
"You know..." Their brother rarely spoke up. Men in the Family tended not to, after a while. Beryl had heard her father refer to them as the silent minority; personaly, she thought they stayed quiet mostly out of self-defense. Now, they all looked at Stone. Waiting. Stunned. He coughed. “Forget TV. The five of us could manage an intervention on our own.”
“An…”
“Five…”
“Seriously?”
“Awesome! Mom…!”
Their mother shook her head slowly. “An intervention. Well. It would make Thanksgiving awkward…”
“But it would make it smell so much better!”
This entry was originally posted at http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/179401.html. You can comment here or there.