Beauregard
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Father: *sitting on the porch, in the swingseat* *staring at the grass, the fence, then up, up, at the clouds* *then back, down, to the wooden porch, and his feet* Get over it, Moppet, get over it. *gets up and goes inside* Right, there, dinner to get, find something *goes to kitchen and twenty minutes later...* Ouch! That pan is hot! Vic! Lunch! *dishes pasta and source onto plates* Vibs? Viq? Dinner! *sits at the table and starts eating* Yo? What did your Mother do with pasta that I don't? Honestly...kids these days. *continues eating, finishes, and starts on Vic's, then Vibs', then Viq's* HGmm...i'm not such a bad cook!