cleaning up.”
As they came in the front door they were greeted by their mother and father. “You just missed Richard and Theresa. They had to leave early.”
“We met them on their way out,” Maggie said.
Marilyn smiled. “I’m so glad you did. I think they delayed leaving for a while so they could say good-bye to you. I sensed that Richard was feeling some remorse for some of the things he said at dinner. Theresa is such a lovely girl, isn’t she? I’m pretty sure that in spite of ourselves, we made a good impression on her. What do you think?”
“Oh, I’m sure we did,” Maggie answered. “I didn’t sense any discomfort on her part whatsoever. You can tell when a person is uncomfortable. Actually, I would say this was one of the better Symington Thanksgiving dinners on record.”
Marilyn looked relieved. “Well, I’m happy that you feel that way. Are you two going to stick around for a while? I can set out some coffee and leftover desserts on the porch.”
Wilson looked at Maggie and saw approval. “That would be great, Mom. That walk sort of worked off the dinner for me. If I didn’t say so before, everything was delicious.”
“I’m so glad you liked it. Thanks to Maggie’s help, everything came out fine.”
Maggie just smiled. There was no sense stating the obvious; that all she had been allowed to do was peel a few fruits and vegetables, prepare the pie crusts, and heat up the croissants. Although her mother had earlier given her the credit for the sweet potato soufflé, all she had to do was heat it up for thirty minutes. As usual, Marilyn had already done the brunt of the work.
Marilyn headed off to the kitchen to get things ready and Ron put his arms around his children’s shoulders and led them to the porch. “In the meantime, we can watch some of the second game if you’d like.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Maggie said, as she picked up the remote. “What channel is it on?”
***
Several hours later, when they were finally alone, Ron and Lynn were in bed, watching an old movie. Both were naked, having made love the minute they hit the sheets. All the tension of the day finally and noisily dissipated as both came quickly.
“That was wonderful, Ron. I don’t think I could have waited another minute. All the time that Maggie and Wilson were watching TV, I was willing them to say goodnight.”
“You must have been reading my mind, Lynn. Another ten minutes and I would have taken you by the hand, told them to lock up when they left, and dragged you off to the bedroom.”
“My, aren’t you the big strong cave-man.”
“I can be when I have to be.”
She rolled over and kissed him. “Well, go easy on the hair when you drag me into your cave.”
“Not to change the subject, but today went well. I mean given our record.”
“I agree. There was just that spat at the table and another when we were out on the porch. Richard tried to start in again, but I managed to step in before it got out of hand. As Maggie pointed out, it was one of our better Thanksgiving dinners.”
“I’m so glad of that, especially with Theresa joining us. Richard has a keeper, there. She’s a very lovely girl.”
“Yes, she seems to be. I didn’t get much time to talk with her, but she seems very nice.”
“She’ll be good for him. We had a nice chat while you guys were watching the game. She’s very level headed and wants to have at least two children. I know that many women look at becoming a grandmother as something awful; a sign of aging, but I can’t wait till I have some little ones calling me granny.”
“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Lynn. Let’s get them married first.”
Chapter 9
Growing up in the Symington House was pretty much a classic example of sibling behaviorism. Birth order, at least according to many experts, is considered more of a determiner of success in life than parental influences, per
As they came in the front door they were greeted by their mother and father. “You just missed Richard and Theresa. They had to leave early.”
“We met them on their way out,” Maggie said.
Marilyn smiled. “I’m so glad you did. I think they delayed leaving for a while so they could say good-bye to you. I sensed that Richard was feeling some remorse for some of the things he said at dinner. Theresa is such a lovely girl, isn’t she? I’m pretty sure that in spite of ourselves, we made a good impression on her. What do you think?”
“Oh, I’m sure we did,” Maggie answered. “I didn’t sense any discomfort on her part whatsoever. You can tell when a person is uncomfortable. Actually, I would say this was one of the better Symington Thanksgiving dinners on record.”
Marilyn looked relieved. “Well, I’m happy that you feel that way. Are you two going to stick around for a while? I can set out some coffee and leftover desserts on the porch.”
Wilson looked at Maggie and saw approval. “That would be great, Mom. That walk sort of worked off the dinner for me. If I didn’t say so before, everything was delicious.”
“I’m so glad you liked it. Thanks to Maggie’s help, everything came out fine.”
Maggie just smiled. There was no sense stating the obvious; that all she had been allowed to do was peel a few fruits and vegetables, prepare the pie crusts, and heat up the croissants. Although her mother had earlier given her the credit for the sweet potato soufflé, all she had to do was heat it up for thirty minutes. As usual, Marilyn had already done the brunt of the work.
Marilyn headed off to the kitchen to get things ready and Ron put his arms around his children’s shoulders and led them to the porch. “In the meantime, we can watch some of the second game if you’d like.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Maggie said, as she picked up the remote. “What channel is it on?”
***
Several hours later, when they were finally alone, Ron and Lynn were in bed, watching an old movie. Both were naked, having made love the minute they hit the sheets. All the tension of the day finally and noisily dissipated as both came quickly.
“That was wonderful, Ron. I don’t think I could have waited another minute. All the time that Maggie and Wilson were watching TV, I was willing them to say goodnight.”
“You must have been reading my mind, Lynn. Another ten minutes and I would have taken you by the hand, told them to lock up when they left, and dragged you off to the bedroom.”
“My, aren’t you the big strong cave-man.”
“I can be when I have to be.”
She rolled over and kissed him. “Well, go easy on the hair when you drag me into your cave.”
“Not to change the subject, but today went well. I mean given our record.”
“I agree. There was just that spat at the table and another when we were out on the porch. Richard tried to start in again, but I managed to step in before it got out of hand. As Maggie pointed out, it was one of our better Thanksgiving dinners.”
“I’m so glad of that, especially with Theresa joining us. Richard has a keeper, there. She’s a very lovely girl.”
“Yes, she seems to be. I didn’t get much time to talk with her, but she seems very nice.”
“She’ll be good for him. We had a nice chat while you guys were watching the game. She’s very level headed and wants to have at least two children. I know that many women look at becoming a grandmother as something awful; a sign of aging, but I can’t wait till I have some little ones calling me granny.”
“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Lynn. Let’s get them married first.”
Chapter 9
Growing up in the Symington House was pretty much a classic example of sibling behaviorism. Birth order, at least according to many experts, is considered more of a determiner of success in life than parental influences, per
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