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May 11, 2006 10:21:04 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 11, 2006 10:21:04 GMT -5
Wanda rolled her eyes and set Thomas down. "Don't burn yourself and I don't care."
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Quiet
May 11, 2006 10:24:40 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 11, 2006 10:24:40 GMT -5
"Don't worry, Mommy!" Both boys jumped off the bed and began tugging on Mortimer's pant legs. He stood up and followed them as they ran downstairs and into the kitchen.
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Quiet
May 11, 2006 11:36:39 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 11, 2006 11:36:39 GMT -5
Wanda followed, quite a bit slower and rubbing her sore arm lightly.
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May 11, 2006 12:30:34 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 11, 2006 12:30:34 GMT -5
"All right," said Mortimer, taking some frozen burgers out of the freezer. He set them on the counter. "I have a very important job for you two." Michael and Thomas leaned in. "You need to go and ask everybody how many hamburgers they went, and if they want cheeseburgers. Can you do that?" "YES!" The boys took off running. "Mommy! How many hamburgers do you want?" "Kitty-Sharon! How many hamburgers to you want?" "Sin-in! Sin-in, how many hamburgers to you want? Mommy, where's Sin-in, I have to ask him how many hamburgers he wants!"
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May 11, 2006 12:35:28 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 11, 2006 12:35:28 GMT -5
Wanda shrugged slightly. "Why don't I go look for him while you two help Mortimer, okay?" Bending down, she kissed the top of Michael's head, ruffling his hair. "I think Uncle Pietro is in the living room with Freddy and Dom."
"I'll just have one cheeseburger," she informed Mortimer as she sent the boys into the living room, before leaving herself in search of St. John.
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May 11, 2006 12:38:11 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 11, 2006 12:38:11 GMT -5
"OK." "Uncle Pietro, you called Morrimer a bad name and Mommy's mad at you!" "How many hamburgers do you want?" Mortimer shook his head as he started counting out hamburgers. "Morrimer, Freddy wants five hamburgers and five cheese burgers!" "And Dom wants one hamburger and one cheese burger!" "And Uncle Pietro said the bad limey word again!" Mortimer just laughed.
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Quiet
May 11, 2006 12:41:12 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 11, 2006 12:41:12 GMT -5
Wanda laughed softly, shaking her head as she headed out the front door. Rubbing her sore arm slightly, she started down the street, calling St. John's name loudly as she did so.
I swear, if he's gotten himself killed... I'll bring him back just to kill him again myself.
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Quiet
May 11, 2006 12:45:57 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 11, 2006 12:45:57 GMT -5
St. John heard someone yelling his name and quickened his pace. His nose had stopped bleeding and his nostrils were caked with dry blood. "I'm coming," he shouted back. The twins ran back into the kitchen, repeating orders and mixing up numbers. "Good job," he said, patting each one on the head. "Now go wash your hands so you can help me."
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May 11, 2006 12:47:52 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 11, 2006 12:47:52 GMT -5
Wanda's slight worry was eased as she heard St. John, quickening her pace as well until she could see him.
"Are you alright?" she asked once she could get a good look with him in her direct line of sight.
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May 11, 2006 12:49:35 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 11, 2006 12:49:35 GMT -5
"I'm fine," he said, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand and wincing as flakes of dried blood chipped off. "Got in a fight, that's all." The twins were in the bathroom washing their hands. Mortimer stacked the uncooked burgers on a massive plate. "St. John, you want a hamburger or a cheese burger?"
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May 11, 2006 12:52:51 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 11, 2006 12:52:51 GMT -5
Wanda rolled her eyes slightly, heading towards the bathroom and coming back quickly with a warm, wet washcloth. Holding St. John's chin, she carefully wipped the blood off his face with her sore hand, trying not to wince at the movement. She was silent as she did this, glaring at anyone who would even think about commenting on her behavior... mostly Pietro.
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May 11, 2006 12:55:03 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 11, 2006 12:55:03 GMT -5
"Thanks," he said, trying to force a smile despite the pain in his face. "All right then," said Mortimer, leading the twins outside. He put the plate down on a table near the grill. "Stand back while I turn on the grill, OK?" Both boys immediately backed away.
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May 11, 2006 12:57:37 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 11, 2006 12:57:37 GMT -5
Wanda watched the boys through the window out of the corner of her eye, still not taking her full attention away from St. John's face.
"That looks much better," she frowned slightly and tossed the dirtied washcloth in the sink. He still didn't look as good as he usually did, but it was better than nothing.
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May 11, 2006 21:57:00 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 11, 2006 21:57:00 GMT -5
Mortimer turned in time to see Wanda holding St. John's face in her hands. He turned away quickly and fired up the grill. The twins were at a safe distance, handing him hamburgers.
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May 11, 2006 22:01:18 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 11, 2006 22:01:18 GMT -5
She frowned slightly and stepped back from St. John, leaning against the edge of the counter. "Are you sure you're okay?"
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May 11, 2006 22:09:35 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 11, 2006 22:09:35 GMT -5
"I'll be fine," he said. "Michael, can you hand me the cheese?" Michael and Thomas began shoving fistfulls of slices at him.
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May 11, 2006 22:13:25 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 11, 2006 22:13:25 GMT -5
Wanda nodded slightly and turned most of her attention to staring out the window. It scared her a little to let her children run loose around the house, there was always the threat of somebody getting mad at them.
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May 11, 2006 22:24:46 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 11, 2006 22:24:46 GMT -5
Mortimer sighed and started flipping burgers. Oh course she;s using you...she obviously wants someone who's handsome and smart and rich to boot...damn you St. John...
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May 11, 2006 22:29:08 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 11, 2006 22:29:08 GMT -5
Wanda completely ignored everything and everyone, keeping her focus on the twins. They were playing now, running around in a small circle in some version of tag. It was only a matter of time before one, or both, of them fell and got hurt... even if they were careful to keep away from the grill.
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May 11, 2006 22:33:50 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 11, 2006 22:33:50 GMT -5
"All right," he said, "the burgers are done. Time to wash up." The twins raced into the house. Mortimer started bringing the burgers into the house.
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May 11, 2006 22:42:39 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 11, 2006 22:42:39 GMT -5
Wanda carefully prepared the boys' meals, if a little awkwardly with her sore arm pressed to her ribcage. By the time the twins were back, she'd poured them each a glass of milk and gotten them each a plate of half a cut up burger and some potato chips.
Rubbing her arm, she let someone else get them into their booster seats, not trusting herself to be able to lift them.
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May 11, 2006 22:45:22 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 11, 2006 22:45:22 GMT -5
St. John picked up each twin and put him his booster seat. "Thanks, Sin-in!" The twins began eating their hamburgers. "These are yummy."
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May 11, 2006 22:49:05 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 11, 2006 22:49:05 GMT -5
Wanda smiled softly, watching them eat as she ate her own burger. "Be sure to thank Mortimer," she replied, knowing very well that they had to be reminded of manners. After all, they were still only two.
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May 11, 2006 22:51:03 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 11, 2006 22:51:03 GMT -5
"Thank you Morrimer!" "Your welcome."
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May 11, 2006 22:52:22 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 11, 2006 22:52:22 GMT -5
Wanda nodded slightly in aproval, her eyes mostly on her children instead of everyone else eating at the table.
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