Actually, it was pretty much a Christmas card photo as of late, or so Randy thought, life with Franny. Spending time with the kiddies. Feeling needed in so many ways. It was hard not to be there and forget everything else. It was suppose to be, as far as he was concerned.
But he got a slap in the face. He really did. His mum found out, and came unglued. First the screaming, the sarcasm. She was so angry, but he didn't wait around to listen to more. He'd just go. Get out of the flat. He went straight to Franny's.
"Are you sure that was the right thing to do?" She wasn't exactly cross, but not exactly on his side about this either.
"What are you saying?" He was desperate that he was right. It was the right thing to do.
"I just wish it hadn't come to this, you know." She seemed sad.
"Do you want me to leave?" He winced.
"Of course, not." She shook her head, no. That's when she told him about Anita and Sebastian too. It made him feel stronger about the obvious. He could forget Sebastian completely now, as if he already hadn't.
"Do you think Cecil will divorce you?" Randy asked next as if he was ready for them to move on with things. Instead of a stand still. As it was, he'd gone out to get a Christmas tree. It was a time to be joyful, not plagued by all the sadness around. And he wasn't a bad babysitter in the least. She could count on him in that regard.
"He won't even speak to me, as it is." She seemed worried to him, he did his best to not bring Cecil up nor make her even think of him. It was just...he wanted her all to himself.
Sebastian and Anita were the past. He didn't want to speak of them. They were the past just as much as his mother and father. This was his future.
You're living in the past it's a new generation
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