Back at Fiona and Steve's new house, I sat next to Ian on my right and Carl and Debbie on my left.
"Uh, so the lawyer said there's nothing you can do?" asks Steve
"If we sue it could backfire, make things worse," says Fiona
Then Lip arrives, and says "Jesus. This place still smells like old man Harris."
"What did Monica want?" asks Fiona
"She wants us to come over for dinner. Some kind of a family meeting," says Lip
Fiona laughs, "Family? Fucking load of shit. You told her we know Liam's Frank's?"
"Yeah," says Lip, taking a seat next to Steve.
Fiona sighs, "You have any pot? If I have to go see Mom conscious I might actually commit a violent felony."
"That's the first time in a long time I've heard you call her Mom," says Lip
"I did?" asks Fiona then looks down, "I don't know if I ever felt like she was my mom."
"Ian and I got our DNA test done," says Lip
Steve hands Fiona some pot and Carl tries to grab it, making Steve slap his hand away.
"Why?" asks Fiona
"I don't know. Got excited at the idea of not being Frank's. And if none of us are his, you'd have a much easier time becoming our legal guardians," says Lip
"Why couldn't you just ask Y/n?" asks Fiona
"I don't wanna spoil it," I put my hands up in surrender.
"Lip's gonna pick up the results in about an hour," says Ian
"Well, here's to you not being Frank's," says Fiona, as the smoke gets passed around with her, Lip, Steve, and Ian, they offered it to me but I (like always) refused.
***
"Okay, there. I hope everybody's hungry," says Monica, putting the lasagna on the table for dinner. I was sitting next to Ian, as always. Debbie and Carl were on our right, Fiona and Steve were sat in front of us. Bob was at the right end of the table when you looked at it from the front door. Lip wasn't there at the moment, but would probably be arriving with the DNA results soon.
"There you go, Ian. It's your favorite," says Monica, putting some lasagna on his plate.
"What is it?" asks Ian
"Lasagna?" says Monica
"Carl, could you start passing the salad? Please?" asks Monica
"Monica is Liam's mother and I know you won't be happy, but--" starts Bob
"Jesus, Bob, can we just enjoy our dinner and then talk after?" asks Monica
"Talk about what?" asks Debbie
"Debbie, please," says Monica, then looks around, "Where's Lip?"
"Had something to do," says Ian
"He's not coming?" asks Monica
"Sorry, I'm late. Did I miss the chow?" asks Frank, taking a seat between Debbie and me.
"Ooo, looks good," says Frank
"If you called us here to tell us you're taking Liam and leaving again, we don't wanna hear it," says Fiona
"Fiona, you're upset. I get it. I was married to Frank for 18 years. I know. It's like swallowing broken glass every day," Monica describes.
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