Okay everyone shut up, just shut up. "Mama shouldn't we call the police or something"Diane asks. No were not calling anyone. He's dead and that's the end of that. So we are just going to call the corner and have your father's body taken away. Are you telling me that we are going to just sit here and wait for dad to die? Yes, Kevin we are. Let me ask you something. Yes mama. Did you know what can of man your father was. No you don't. Okay then let me tell you. He was a whoring adulterer who thought about no but his dam self so sorry if I don't feel like calling the police right now . But I do have guess arriving and I must go down stairs to entertain them and I suggest we do do that. "Mama are you serious Veronica asks? Yes I am. Let's go everyone leave this room now.
Oh welcome Governor Thomas, I'm so glad to see you. Likewise Catherine where is that husband of yours? He won't be able to make. Let me guess business at the office as usual . Of course it is. Give Rosa your coat and she will put it away. "Mama I think we should do something"says Kevin. I am I'm being a good hostess to my guest that's the only something I will do tonight. Mama we really should call someone before it's too late. Governor Thomas can you give me a minute. Listen to me and listen to me good, I don't give a rats ass about your father right now. I want him to suffer like I have. He need to learn a lesson. But mama-. But mama nothing get your ass in line and smile your sister or so help me I will. Just do what I say.
I leave Kevin right there to go the kitchen. Rosa will we be starting dinner on time? " Yes Mrs. Morgan we will." Okay thank you so much and keep up the good work. I leave the kitchen to go upstairs to check on the bastard. Johnathan, Johnathan! I yell, then I kick him. " What the hell do you want Catherine"he responds. I wanted to make sure your still breathing and unfortunately you still are. What a shame I hoped that you'd be dead but your not. "Catherine please call someone"says Johnathan. Oh you want me to call someone Johnathan who would it be? Do you want me to call your whore's? Okay then let me go to my book of your whore's. Pick a number between 1-15. "What are you talking about Catherine?"states Johnathan. The number of whores you've slept with over the 30 year marriage I've endured . So pick a number maybe if I call them they'll have so sympathy for you and come over here to save you. So what do you want from me? Catherine I'm sorry for the times I slept around is that, what you want to hear? No Johnathan I want you dead so I won't have to hear anymore of your lies ever again. So until I know that you have actually learned your lesson. You'll be up here. I might come back with some snacks.
"Mama! Mama!"Dianne yells. Yes Dianne what is it? "I want to know what Ellen has planned"? says Dianne. What are you talking about? Today at the office I heard Dad and Veronica arguing. About what? How he'll have to pay for his sins with Ellen. Wait Dianne slow down, what do you mean sins? Mama I don't exactly know. Okay will I find out, thank you for sharing this information. I walk back to the living room to let everyone know it's time to be seated for dinner. Once everyone is seated, Rosa comes out with the appetizers. After they are served the door bell rings. Rosa! Rosa! get the door I yell. Ellen the springs from her seat. "I'd like to give a toast to my big sister who I will always love with all my heart." "Even though we always don't see eye to eye we are family and that will never change." She continues, until Rosa brings in the late guess. The Ellen brings it all home. "Everyone I'd like for you to meet my son Nathan Morgan." then Ellen turn to Veronica, and says Happy, Happy birthday sis. I hope you are enjoying your present.
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The Family Practice: Season 1
Mystery / ThrillerThis Law firm is a family owned business. Their in Augusta, GA the sweet tea is sweet, but the family drama is sweeter. Run by none other than the family Patriarch Cutthroat Attorney Johnathan Morgan. He is the one your not suppose to mess with. His...