Blue Carbuncle: Think of My Father, My Mother

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Title: 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.

Comments

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Oh, poor Ryder.

[gardnerhill.livejournal.com]

The warped, nasty, wormy little apple doesn't fall far from the tree, do it?

[scfrankles.livejournal.com]

I have to say I love Mrs. Ryder shrieked and did her best to faint. ^___^ And her use of 'ruint' ^^

[gardnerhill.livejournal.com]

I've seen that in a few Dickens and late-Victorian endeavours, where a really properly brought-up woman learned how to faint at the right moment for leverage.

[alafaye]

Oh, I like how this is a good plot twist. Poor Ryder.

[gardnerhill.livejournal.com]

Yeah. My favorite villains are people whose actions you hate, but they themselves you pity.

[debriswoman]

Oops...not a happy reunion:-(

[gardnerhill.livejournal.com]

I'd like to see Norman Rockwell paint THEIR holiday gathering...

[mafief.livejournal.com]

Eep! Poor Ryder. :(

[gardnerhill.livejournal.com]

Yep. Didn't fall far from the tree - nor did he escape from that tree.