The Golden Child

Debates, Dad and Dates

"There's nothing on." Rory and I say in unison. 

"Not true, there's always something on." Mum says, flicking through the channels.

"There's still nothing on." I say rather impatiently. 

"Ah we struck gold." Mum says, settling on a channel.

"Ugh mum." I say, annoyed.

"Not the two fat lady's again." Rory says, annoyed too.

"Why not?"

"Because it's a cooking show and you don't cook." Rory tells her.

"That might change."

"I doubt it." I say, trying to grab the remote.

"Plus they're all repeats, we've seen them like five times."

"Yeah sadly, because one of the fat lady's met her maker." 

"Really which one?" The pair of us ask.

"The...fat one." Mum giggles.

"Come on which one." I ask, in anticipation.

"Yeah, is it the one on the motorcycle or the one in the side car?" Rory asks.

"See it's fun just talking about the two fat ladies." Mum giggles, digging into the popcorn.

"Can't we find two other fat ladies to talk about." Rory says as she gets up to answer the door.

"Wow that sounded really insensitive." Mum and I say in unison.

Diving into the popcorn, Paris walks through the house with a massive pile of paperwork, Rory following hesitantly behind her. 

"Hi Paris." I wave.

"Were we expecting you?" Mum asks.

"You should've been." She says coldly.

"Wow scary girl." 

"We're going to my room to work on my wpm." Rory frowns.

"Do I wanna know?" Mum asks.

"No." Rory replies quickly as the phone rings.

"I'll get it." Mum yells.

"Who is it?" I ask as mum puts the phone to her ear.

"I don't know, I haven't said anything."

"Right." 

"Hello?"

"Hey Lore, it's Chris."

"Hey you, how's it going?"

"Good good, I'm on a business trip and I thought I'd call and check up on Charlie and Rory."

"Aw, sorry they went out to a biker party a few days ago and never came back."

"Again."

"Yeah we got to start disciplining those girls."

"Hey who's got the time?"

"Actually Charlie's right here next to me, I can pass her on to you."

"Who is it?" I whisper.

"It's your dad."

"I'm going upstairs."

"Are you sure."

"Yeah, since you gave him the hard cold facts, I supposedly went to a biker party and never came back, or, I'm in my room playing my guitar."

"Alright." She sighs, "maybe Rory might want to be social."

"Hey you might want to be careful, she's working on her wpm." I say as I walk up the stairs.