Touch of Hellfire (Pocket's Version)

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"Hey!" Dean called as he walked into the house. "Don't bother coming in if you don't have pizza," I shouted from the couch.

"What are we watching?" Dean asked us as he sat down. "The Donna Reed show," Mom smiled.

"And who's Donna Reed?" Dean asked us. "She's the quintessential fifties mom with the perfect family," Mom told him. "Never without a smile and high heels," Rory added.

"So it's a show?" Dean summed up. "It's a religion," I corrected him. "My personal favourite..."

"Do tell," Rory smiled at me. "Why thank you, their son Jeff comes home and does absolutely nothing," I grinned. "Or when Mary gets a part-time job and nothing happens," Mom added.

"So what's this one about?" Dean wondered. "The husband comes home late for dinner and doesn't call," Rory told him.

"She's making donuts," Mom pointed at the screen. "Not to mention the window washing," I chuckled. "There's nothing more satisfying," Mom chuckled, doing a high pitched voice to imitate Donna.

"Did we miss a spot?" Rory joined in. "I just had an impure thought about your father," Mom laughed. "An impure thought?" I said in a deep voice. "I must now eliminate my impure thoughts and make an endless string of casseroles!" Mom added.

"You're not even listening," Dean pointed at the TV. "Our dialogue is better," Rory grinned. "I don't know," he murmured. "It all seems kind of nice to me."

"What does?"

"Families hanging together," Dean explained to us. "A wife cooking dinner for her husband and she seems happy."

"Acting from a script, written in the fifties by a sexist man," I pointed out. "What if she likes making donuts and dinner for her family and keeping things nice for them?" Dean asked us and I widened my eyes.

Well, well, well, my sister's boyfriend is a sexist.

***

"My brain hurts!" Rory whined. "It went ping!"

"Can brains go ping, hasn't happened to me," I shrugged. "Actually it went dink," Rory explained to me. "I have a tumour."

"You don't, relax," I chuckled. Luke came over to take our order and Mom turned to him. "Want some constructive criticism?" Mom asked him. "No," Luke grumbled. "This place could use a makeover, just a coat of paint, spruce it up a bit."

"I don't spruce," Luke stated. "You mean you won't," Taylor cut in. "Oh, don't start!" Luke groaned loudly. "Faded paint is a bad reflection on the town!" Taylor insisted. "Just cave," I advised Luke.

"Heather, I will not cave! Painting is a pain! I'd have to close!"

"I'll help," Mom offered. "Really?" Luke raised his eyebrows. "Really," Mom nodded. "Okay then, I guess," Luke shrugged.

"That's great!" Taylor exclaimed before leaving and Luke groaned and looked at me. "I'll give you thirty bucks."

"Clown mask?"

"Killer bunny."

"Okay, I'll get Tessa," I got up and left the diner.

***

"This is kick ass wine," Mom pointed out, taking another sip. "How poetic," Grandma commented on her phrasing. "Is it Italian?" Mom asked her.

"French," Grandpa told her. "So, are you guys going to Martha's Vineyard?" Rory asked him.

"Not this year," Grandpa answered her. "The place we have for rent is unavailable."

"We should've bought it while we had the chance," Grandma sighed. "You could go somewhere else?" I suggested. "Like Paris?"