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A short tale about step-brothers
Wedding Day Bonus
by RodG
"You gonna dance at the reception?" Davy asked.
"Nah," I said.
"No girlfriend coming?"
I scowled at the carrot-topped step-brother I'd just acquired. All the time Dad had been romancing his mom I'd been back East. But even boarding schools have summer vacations.
"Too bad. I get the second dance with Mom. We've been practicing the box-step."
I groaned. I'd seen the woman twice since my return.
"Let's play catch. I stashed a football in Dad's trunk."
Davy gawked. "We're all dressed up. I get messed up, Mom will kill me, and your father won't be happy."
I grinned devilishly.
Five minutes later, as he raced to catch a spiral pass, he tripped and turned an ankle. Carrying him piggy-back toward the church, I asked, "What will you call him?"
"Who?"
"The man rushing toward us."
"Hi, Dad. I'm okay and Bro here is really strong."
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"You gonna dance at the reception?" Davy asked.
"Nah," I said.
"No girlfriend coming?"
I scowled at the carrot-topped step-brother I'd just acquired. All the time Dad had been romancing his mom I'd been back East. But even boarding schools have summer vacations.
"Too bad. I get the second dance with Mom. We've been practicing the box-step."
I groaned. I'd seen the woman twice since my return.
"Let's play catch. I stashed a football in Dad's trunk."
Davy gawked. "We're all dressed up. I get messed up, Mom will kill me, and your father won't be happy."
I grinned devilishly.
Five minutes later, as he raced to catch a spiral pass, he tripped and turned an ankle. Carrying him piggy-back toward the church, I asked, "What will you call him?"
"Who?"
"The man rushing toward us."
"Hi, Dad. I'm okay and Bro here is really strong."
"Nah," I said.
"No girlfriend coming?"
I scowled at the carrot-topped step-brother I'd just acquired. All the time Dad had been romancing his mom I'd been back East. But even boarding schools have summer vacations.
"Too bad. I get the second dance with Mom. We've been practicing the box-step."
I groaned. I'd seen the woman twice since my return.
"Let's play catch. I stashed a football in Dad's trunk."
Davy gawked. "We're all dressed up. I get messed up, Mom will kill me, and your father won't be happy."
I grinned devilishly.
Five minutes later, as he raced to catch a spiral pass, he tripped and turned an ankle. Carrying him piggy-back toward the church, I asked, "What will you call him?"
"Who?"
"The man rushing toward us."
"Hi, Dad. I'm okay and Bro here is really strong."
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