gardnerhill.livejournal.comTitle: Blue Carbuncle: Think of My Father, My Mother
Author: gardnerhill
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: There’s more than one way to interpret James Ryder’s plea.
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“Oi, Gladys, Sonny-boy is ‘ome,” George Ryder said disgustedly. “So where’s the brass from flogging the shiny?”
“I…I hid it in a, a goose,” James stammered. "It... got away.”
Mrs. Ryder shrieked and did her best to faint. “Our Christmas! Ruint! How’ll we bribe the peelers now?”
“We GOT you that JOB for ONE reason!” dad roared in between blows.