my tight-knit family

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Mendel didn't stick around to listen to the awkward phone conversation between Whizzer and his mother. He could tell by the tone in his voice, that he hadn't spoken to his mother in forever. So instead, Mendel walked back into his office looking at the file that was marked "JASON". He missed the little guy. It had been so long since they had talked.

DING DONG.

Mormons?! Was Mendel's first thought. Then he realized he hadn't even gotten to the door yet. So he opened the front door, and looked down at the boy he had been wondering about for weeks. Jason.

"Ja-"

"I need to see my father," Jason blurt, he was wearing a jacket due to the rain pouring down. He pulled it closer to his body, most likely for warmth. Mendel moved out of the way, ushering Jason inside, to get warm. "Where is he?" Jason said with a bit of annoyance in his tone.

"He-" Mendel pointed to the living room where Jason walked over to him, with a grim expression. Did that 12-year-old grow up already? Had Mendel missed it? He watched as Marvin's eyes widened at the sight of his son.

"Dad - " Jason ran up to his father, nearly on the verge of tears. Marvin was engulfed in a hug, he smiled. The hug lasted for a full 40 seconds before Jason pulled away. "I need to talk to you," Whizzer from the corner of his eye was glanced at Jason and then to Marvin. He was still on the phone with his mother.

"NO MOM!" he screeched, all three men turned to look at him. "YOU CAN'T VISIT!" Whizzer started to shake his head rapidly. Even though his mother couldn't see his breaking expression. "Why? Because - uh - yeah! I have a girlfriend! She uh - my girlfriend, she lives in Canada! So you ca-an't see her! Oh - you want to visit when she comes?" Whizzers face paled. "NO!" Whizzer was on the verge of tears.

"What's wrong Jason?" Marvin got on his knees to be eye level with his son.

"One, I think Whizzer is on the verge of a mental breakdown," Jason glanced over at Whizzer who hadn't looked as sick as was looking since he was in the hospital.

"NO! MOM! I'm not marrying her! She's got a j-job! As a -" he looked to Marvin for help. Marvin mouthed 'doctor'. "She's a chiropractor!" Whizzer lied. The lie was growing at a rapid pace. He felt like he was in Dear Evan Hansen. Did the musical influence him to lie? Maybe he should go back to listening to Hamilton... but then what? Would he have the urge to write the Reynolds Pamphlet?

"Two, I ran away," Jason whispered. Whizzer made a half - cough half - dying hyena sound.

"No mom! She lives in Vancouver! Her name's Alberta, so you can't come over! I'll be seeing her in Alberta - I mean Vancouver! No mom! STOP PACKING!" Whizzer was in panic mode.

"Jason, you have to go back to your mother, she must be worried sick," Marvin went back to the problem in front of him, hopefully Whizzer could work out the situation with his mother.

"Dad, I don't want to go back, she's boring, I miss you and Whizzer and Mendel!" Jason complained.

"I have to at least call her," Marvin eyed the office phone in Mendel work office. Strictly for office calls. He had made the rule the day he had gotten the separate phone for his office. But today Marvin was going to bend the rules. So while Marvin was calling Trina about the location of their son, Whizzer was pulling his hair out about his mother's phone call.

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"Mendel?" Whizzer found Mendel in his room writing notes on a piece of paper, "can you write something down for me?"

"I guess," Whizzer beamed, not only because Mendel quoted Dear Evan Hansen without even knowing it, but because he was going to be more chill about his news then Marvin was. Mendel slid the paper he was working on over, he had his pen raised over a separate sheet of paper. "What do you want me to write,"

"31st - Mom's visit, find son, place in Canada, and a fiance,"

"WHAT?!"

715 words

"I got it all," - Mendel

(comment if you understood the "girlfriend from Canada" line)