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Wednesday, November 9, 2022

Wednesday Briefs: Bad Karma and the Family Plan #48 (10.2)

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Making the best of a tricky situation, Vinnie and Ethan enjoy some of Maureen's great home cooking, but of course Joey has to be an asshole - what else is new? The boys decide to go to the store since it's obvious more supplies will be needed, both for Sarah and her son and to feed this unexpected crowd. See what's happening in this week's chapter of Bad Karma and the Family Plan. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Bad Karma and the Family Plan #48 (10.2)

After Joey’s petulant departure, the atmosphere at the dinner table visibly relaxed and we all enjoyed the rest of the meal. Maureen brought out an apple pie for dessert. I’d never seen one with a crumb topping before. Add to that some whipped cream… heaven in every bite!

Afterwards, Ethan and Benny and I insisted on clearing the table and doing the dishes. We said it was the least we could do for such a delicious meal. Maureen was clearly appreciative as she was able to focus on enjoying the company of her daughter and grandson. The three of us made short work of it all and returned to the living room to partake in family time. We only saw Joey once, when he slunk inside to take his plate into the kitchen.

“Please don’t just lay that in the sink,” Maureen said, but not in a mean way.

Joey mumbled something unintelligible and never paused, but a moment later we could all hear the water running in the kitchen, so he’d obviously taken her words to heart. Then he stomped his way back down the hall and out the door once more. Well, in all fairness, he had nowhere else to go in order to put what with Sarah and Alex having taken over the guest room. Maybe he intended to hide outside until time for bed. His loss, our gain.

I noticed Sarah shoot an inquiring glance at Ethan, and before I had a chance to wonder what that was all about, he said to me, “Guess we should go to the store now before it gets too late.”

I’d almost forgotten we’d agreed to do that for Sarah. Maybe stores out here closed earlier than in Roanoke. Although I didn’t mind the idea of some alone time too, to be honest. Ever the practical one, Ethan found paper and pen and asked Sarah what she needed, then asked his mother if she’d like us to pick up anything for her while we were out, especially since she had unexpected guests to feed.

“Well, maybe that would be a good idea,” she agreed. “Give me a minute, will you, to see what’s what?”

“Sure, Mom, no rush. Vinnie and I will be out on the porch.”

His mother rose, gave him a quick smile before heading off to the kitchen.

“I’ll look with you,” Sarah offered and followed her. Ethan asked his father and uncle, but neither one wanted anything, so we made our way to the porch. I was apprehensive at first until I realized Ethan’s brother was nowhere in sight.

“Probably skulking on the side of the house,” Ethan commented as he pulled out his phone. “I’m going to let Anderson know we’re going, so we don’t alarm whoever’s watching the house.”

That seemed like a good idea.

“C’mere you,” Ethan said in an extra sultry voice, once he’d hung up from our boss,  as he pulled me toward him and wrapped his arms around me. “Have I told you lately how much I love you? And how I can’t wait to marry you?”

“Do tell, Mr. Thorne.” I gave him what I hoped was a half-lidded seductive glance. We’d had little chance for intimacy, what with having guests in the house. I could understand Ethan being reluctant to do anything with his sister and nephew so close at hand. I suspected that wasn’t going to get any better with us sleeping in the living room with Uncle Benny and Joe Jr. Oh well, not like that was the most import part of our relationship. But still, it was a good part. And I’ve noticed, also, that when something is denied to you, it seems you want it all the more.

And I wanted Ethan very badly at that moment.  Who was I kidding? I wanted him all the time. But right now it felt like forever since we’d been together. Sheesh, not like we were honeymooners or anything… not yet.

“We should think about setting a date,” Ethan continued, as if he’d read my mind—what else is new? He licked at the corners of my mouth. I shivered at his touch.

“We should,” I responded, although my mind was definitely on other things and not what he was saying.

“I still owe you a vacation,” he continued. His lips brushed over mine, which throbbed with tingles of desire. I may even have whimpered a little needily.

“Vacation?” I echoed. “You mean honeymoon?” I was getting confused with what he was talking about, my attention span not at its best at the moment.

“That too, but first a vacation, Vin. Just you and me. Someplace warm and sunny.”

“Not Florida!” I quickly interjected, for obvious reasons.

“Not Florida,” he agreed.

“Yes, dear,” I sighed into his mouth before my tongue sought his, his sought mine, and the two became entwined. I was rapidly losing all sense of awareness of ourselves and our surroundings,  so focused  was I on Ethan. If I’d been thinking more clearly, I’d have realized how dangerous that could be. But I was with Ethan, I was safe… and I was incredibly horny.

It took the sound of something bouncing off the steps of the porch to put the brakes on our activities. My first thought was we’d let our guard down and our stalker had caught up to us.

Damn, what had I done?

 to be continued

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Wednesday, October 26, 2022

Wednesday Briefs: Bad Karma and the Family Plan #46 (9.4)

 Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

As you'll recall, circumstances have conspired in such a way that Ethan and Vinny and Sarah and Uncle Benny will be staying with the family longer than expected. There is one member of the group who is less than thrilled at this outcome, though. See what's going on in this week's chapter of Bad Karma and the Family Plan. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Bad Karma and the Family Plan #36 (9.4)

Sarah and Alex came down the stairs just as Maureen was saying, “Well, then, looks you’ll be able to stay for dinner after all.” She sounded very happy, and I couldn’t blame her. She had her whole family together for the first time in a long while, even if the circumstances were less than ideal.

“We’re staying for dinner?” Sarah turned inquisitive eyes to Ethan and me.

“Yeah, looks like we’ll be here for a few days,” Ethan replied. “Things have come up and Anderson thought it was best.”

She and Ethan exchanged glances, and I could tell she understood something was going on and we would tell her later. She shifted Alex from her hip to the floor before a sudden thought must have struck her.

“Oh but where’s everyone going to sleep?” she asked as she straightened up.  “And what about clothes and stuff? I don’t know if I have enough pull-ups for Alex.”

“I’m sure we can make a quick run to the store, can’t we?” I turned to Ethan and he nodded.

“We can, absolutely. And as for sleeping—”

“They’re kicking me out of my room for you!” Joey belligerently interjected. I couldn’t tell if he was really trying to start a fight or he was just stupid. My inclination was the latter.

“Stop it!” Maureen said sternly. “You’re a guest here as much as they are. And I’m sorry your circumstances are what they are. But I won’t allow you to take it out on everyone else, do you understand me?”

Whoa, looked like Maureen had definitely found her voice. She wasn’t putting up with shit from her husband or her older son. Good for her!

“Straighten up that room and get what you need for tonight, then help Sarah up with her things.”

I noticed that Sarah didn’t look particularly bothered at Joey’s outburst. She turned to her mother and said, “Thanks, Mom! All my stuff is in the trunk, Joey.” That last was, of course, aimed at her brother.

“We can bring those in,” Ethan quickly said. I suspected he didn’t want Joey touching our rental car. Besides, our stuff was all there too.

“I’ll help too,” Benny chimed in. He already had Alex comfortably ensconced on his lap

Well, that was settled.

“Can I help with dinner, Mom?” Sarah asked.

“Sure, honey, that would be nice.” The two women headed toward the kitchen. Joe Jr had thrown himself into his father’s armchair and sat in sullen silence. Not as though I expected him to help with anything. As of one accord, Ethan and Benny and I exited through the front door. I couldn’t help but wonder if the agents Anderson had spoken about were in place even now, watching us.

“I’m so sorry to cause everyone so much trouble,” Benny said as we hefted everything from the trunk.

“Don’t even think that,” Ethan assured him. “You’re family, and that’s what counts. And once this is all over and done with, I hope we get to see a lot more of you.”

“You can count on that,” Benny said. “I’ve missed everyone so much. It feels so good just to be back with y’all.”

“Ditto, Uncle Benny, ditto.”

“Once this is over and I figure out what to do with myself… well, I guess we’ll take it from there.”

We filed back into the house with our baggage.  Joey looked as though he hadn’t moved a muscle and deliberately avoided making eye contact.

“Joey, is the spare room ready for Sarah and Alex?” Ethan asked. I suspected he knew the answer to that as well as I did, though.

Ethan’s brother made no immediate response. At least not until he saw Benny take up a position beside his chair. I would have wilted under that stern glance, and I suspected Joey was made of less sterner stuff.

At first Joey pretended not to notice, but he couldn’t pull that off for long.

“Your brother asked you a question,” Benny said in a quiet voice.

Joey opened his mouth and closed it quickly, sliding out of the chair without a word. He skirted his uncle and reluctantly made his up to the stairs. He was almost at the top when he responded with, “You can’t tell me what to do. You’re nothing but a jailbird!” Not waiting for a reaction, he disappeared out of sight.

The three of us looked at one another of one accord and burst out laughing.

I guess when it comes to family, you have to take the bad with the good.

to be continued

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Wednesday, September 28, 2022

Wednesday Briefs: Bad Karma and the Family Plan #42 (8.5)

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Bad Karma and the Family Plan #41 (8.5)

“I’m so sorry.” Maureen continued to apologize for her ill-mannered child, even though she clearly wasn’t to blame for his bad behavior. And honestly I couldn’t fault the minister either. Face it, Joe Jr. was just a bad egg.

Ethan, Sarah, and Benny were quick to assure her that his words were not his fault, while I maintained a stoic silence. Both because I didn’t feel it was my place to intrude in this family moment and also because I had nothing but expletives to use regarding him and didn’t think that would be appropriate behavior on my part.

The minister retreated to his study, at least momentarily, leaving the rest of us to ourselves.

“I’m so sorry, where are my manners? I bet you’re all thirsty after your long trip. What can I get you?”

We all protested that we didn’t want to be any trouble but in the end Maureen prevailed, and Benny went into the kitchen with her to help bring out glasses of homemade Southern sweet tea. Not until everyone was settled with their drink, including Alex who was enjoying fruit juice in his special cup Grandma kept just for him, did the conversation return to the original subject of Joe Jr’s missing wife.

“Heather moved out suddenly one day,” Maureen explained. “I don’t know her reasons as I haven’t talked to her. And Joey hasn’t exactly been forthcoming with information.” She sighed. “Haven’t seen her or heard from her since then. Neither has Joe, and you know how close they were.”

Ethan and I exchanged glances but neither of us said a word. Didn’t seem appropriate somehow. Also, what could we say? From where we stood, they seemed closer than close. I didn’t want to be the one to accuse Ethan’s father of infidelity without at least some evidence of it, but they sure gave a good impression of being cheaters.

Well, there was that time we caught them shopping together, back when I was dressed like a woman and Ethan’s mother was in the hospital, before I came out as me. There was a negligee in their cart, a delicate little red thing, it was. And never mind that until we saw them, I had the strangest feeling Ethan was angling to get one of those same skimpy garments for me to wear. Thank goodness, that never happened.  Truth be told, we never did receive an explanation of what was going on that day, and they never offered to explain.  Not like we asked, either. Talk about awkward. I had ended up diffusing the situation by pretending to be hurt, thus drawing Ethan’s attention to something other than his possibly cheating father.

Still, although that in and of itself might look damning—and trust me, it did—I don’t think that testimony would fly in a court of law.

Caught up in my own thoughts, I almost missed what Maureen said next. That Joe’s insurance business had gone belly up (my words, not hers), and that’s why he was back home. Unemployed, without his wife, and generally miserable.

I could have told her he struck me as a very miserable person who deserved everything he got, but I wisely held my tongue.

Evening was already approaching. I hadn’t noticed before but a delicious aroma emanated from the kitchen, one that made my mouth fairly water. And reminded me we had miles to go before we slept, unfortunately. Ethan must have read my mind. We exchanged glances. I could see he felt worse than I did. It wasn’t often he was able to enjoy being in the bosom of his family like this, even if his brother was right upstairs. I liked the way this felt myself, so I could understand he was reluctant to end it.

But it’s also not like we had a choice.

“You’ll stay to dinner, won’t you?” Maureen asked. “I have a pot roast in the oven, with potatoes and vegetables. And I made fresh bread today.”

That sounded so very good.

“Mom, I wish we could—” Ethan’s phone rang, cutting him off mid-sentence. Anderson again? The hairs on the back of my neck stood up in alarm.

Ethan rose and beckoned to me to do the same. He excused us and we headed to the front porch as he answered the call, putting it on speaker for my benefit.

“How far from the hotel are you?” Anderson asked. No hello, no preamble.

“Maybe an hour and a half or so,” Ethan said. “What’s up?”

“I think maybe you should stay away from Atlanta for right now. Maybe for a few days even.”

 to be continued

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Wednesday, September 21, 2022

Wednesday Briefs: Bad Karma and the Family Plan #41 (8.4)

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Bad Karma and the Family Plan #41 (8.4)

Gone? As in she left the little shit? Or gone as in she disappeared? The word gone could mean so many things.

Maureen appeared troubled as we followed her into the house. She took a seat beside her brother on the sofa while her husband settled into the armchair. Sarah had plopped onto the floor within reach of Alex, who was still in his grandfather’s arms. I supposed we would follow suit until Maureen patted the couch beside her.

“There’s room for you two here,” she said. “Make yourselves at home.”

She was right, we fit on the large comfortable sofa with little trouble. And I probably didn’t have to move as scoot to Ethan as I did in order to save room, but let’s just say I wanted to and leave it at that.

“Did something happen to Heather?” Ethan asked his mother, concern evident in his voice. He can’t help himself, he’s too nice for his own good. “I mean, is she all right?”

“Like you care?” another voice intruded. My heart sank when I glanced up to find Joe Jr. standing in the doorway. He seemed a bit…disheveled. Wrinkled clothing, bloodshot eyes, five o’clock shadow. All in all, not a pretty picture.

“Joe, please don’t talk to your brother like that!” Maureen’s voice sounded weary.

Oh oh, trouble in Paradise?

Ethan’s brother took a couple of steps toward Ethan, and I immediately sprang to the edge of the couch protectively. I didn’t trust little Joe not to try to hurt Ethan. I’d hit him before and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I think he remembered our last little encounter because he took a quick step backwards, out of my reach.

“It’s true. He doesn’t care about this family, never has. Mr. Hotshot Federal Agent. Comes to visit when it’s convenient for him and his… his…” He was studiously avoiding making eye contact with me, and it took every ounce of will power not to spring up and flatten him right then and there. But common sense—and the gentle touch of Ethan’s hand on my arm—kept me in check.

“Never calls to see how I am. Thinks he’s better than us when he’s just a sinner, he is. Living in sin, no better than his sister and her sin baby….”

The outpouring of hatred and bigotry momentarily floored me, but only for a second. And then everyone was yelling at once, and I found myself on my feet, along with Ethan, Benny, and Sarah. Chaos and confusion reigned, and it was only a matter of time until the first punch was thrown.

“Stop!”

Joseph Senior’s voice rang out over everyone else’s and we all fell silent. He was calming a perturbed Alex, undoubtedly upset by the bedlam around him. When Sarah reached for her son, he gave him to her then stood.

“There will be no more of that in this house,” he said in a stern voice that brooked no opposition. Undoubtedly the same fire and brimstone tone he used in the pulpit to keep his parishioners in line. “Joe, I would like you to go to your room until you can behave in a civilized manner. But first, I want you to apologize to your brother and sister.”

I didn’t think that would go over very well, and Joe’s body language clearly showed that was indeed the case. He stiffened, almost visibly digging in his heels. But then he cast a quick glance toward his father and immediately cast his eyes toward the floor.

A long moment passed. “I… I apologize.” And didn’t he sound just like a sulky teen-aged boy, rather than a fully grown adult of twenty-seven.

Not waiting for a reply—I’m not sure anyone wanted to make one—he spun on his heel and hightailed it out of the room. His noisy footsteps clattered up the stairs then faded into silence.

Well, that happened.

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J Ray Lamb