"Dad wouldn't wake up," Caz said. "I think he's still pissed that I beat him at our pancake eating contest yesterday. Don't know where Mom is, but Dad says he wants to call her."
He grabbed the box of cereal and started pouring himself a very full bowl.
Mac watched him for a long moment as she tried to piece this all together.
Thinking of a guy here who would sleep a lot, hold pancake eating contests, and who looked very much like this kid, that was easy. Figuring out why the son of said guy would refer to her as his aunt... Yeah, that would be what was stumping her.
"Sounds like Dick," she said, partly to herself. "Bet she'll be surprised." Presumably, whoever his mother was, she wouldn't be expecting that call.
"Uh, you know how it's early?" she tried. "Want to help me out with your name?"
"I can't take you out for the day without putting some kind of breakfast in you first." Billy said, his daughter trailing behind him. She was dressed once again in a yellow raincoat and red galoshes over the same clothes she'd worn the day before. She didn't mind.
"I've seen the town before." she reminded him.
"You've seen it, ten, maybe twenty years down the line. I'm sure it's much different. This will give you a kind of...uh, historical perspective."
"Oh! Okay." she agreed happily. Billy made a mental note for the future. She was interested in history. Or at least pretended.
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So he decided to go exploring and see if he could find food.
He wandered into the fourth floor common room and was surprised to see a familiar face.
"Hey, Aunt Mac! What's for breakfast?"
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Wait... Aunt Mac? "Uh, where are your parents?"
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He grabbed the box of cereal and started pouring himself a very full bowl.
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Thinking of a guy here who would sleep a lot, hold pancake eating contests, and who looked very much like this kid, that was easy. Figuring out why the son of said guy would refer to her as his aunt... Yeah, that would be what was stumping her.
"Sounds like Dick," she said, partly to herself. "Bet she'll be surprised." Presumably, whoever his mother was, she wouldn't be expecting that call.
"Uh, you know how it's early?" she tried. "Want to help me out with your name?"
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"I've seen the town before." she reminded him.
"You've seen it, ten, maybe twenty years down the line. I'm sure it's much different. This will give you a kind of...uh, historical perspective."
"Oh! Okay." she agreed happily. Billy made a mental note for the future. She was interested in history. Or at least pretended.
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