BurningMonkey
TheMan In TheMirror
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George was worried, and had been for some time. Ever since his niece Liz had arrived, things around the house had been all up in the air.
When his brother Ted had called to broach the possibility of Liz living with George when she came to town to attend the university, George had readily agreed. He knew that Ted didn’t have a lot of money, and since his own son Morgan was away at school himself, George had an extra room available. And he remembered Liz as a pleasant and attractive child, even though he hadn’t actually seen her in several years. He and Ted didn’t live close, and their respective schedules didn’t allow for frequent visits.
But George was unprepared for the lovely young thing that showed up at his door. She’d blossomed quite a bit since he’d last seen her, and having had only a son to raise he was fumbling with how to deal with an eighteen year old young woman.
It was only a few months into her first semester, and she’d fallen in with what George thought of as a “bad crowd”—frat boys and sorority girls whose idea of college seemed to be party, party, party, and never mind about such mundane things as going to class or studying. Liz was staying out all hours of the night, stumbling in in the wee hours, obviously intoxicated even though she was underage, and sleeping in all day. George had rarely seen her crack a book of any kind, and he was sure she would be flunking out at the end of the term.
And the clothes she wore! Short, tight, and skimpy didn’t begin to cover it. Just the other day George had come home to find her sunbathing on a lounger in the back yard, wearing a shiny silver micro-kini that barely covered the essential bits of her anatomy and left little to the imagination.
He wondered if she’d been like this at home. From what he knew of Ted, he doubted it; his brother was a by-the-book kind of guy. So she must be cutting loose now that she was no longer under her parents’ watchful eyes. So George was hesitant to tell his brother what was going on here. If he knew Ted, Liz would be yanked out of school within the week and packed home again. At the very least it would cause chaos and disruption in the family, and George didn’t want that.
And just this morning his wife Cait had mentioned that she’d found evidence of birth-control stuff in the bathroom, evidently left by Liz. It was worrisome.
So here he was, sitting up at 2:00 o’clock in the morning, running his hand idly through his short hair that showed more salt than pepper every year now that he was much closer to fifty than he was to forty. And this situation wasn’t helping that, not at all… If things went on like this, he’d be totally grey before the year was finished.
Finally he heard the sound of a car pulling in, the slamming of doors and loud laughter, and the key turned in the lock. As Liz appeared, hair mussed and clothes in disarray, George cleared his throat. “Liz,” he began, “we have to talk.”
When his brother Ted had called to broach the possibility of Liz living with George when she came to town to attend the university, George had readily agreed. He knew that Ted didn’t have a lot of money, and since his own son Morgan was away at school himself, George had an extra room available. And he remembered Liz as a pleasant and attractive child, even though he hadn’t actually seen her in several years. He and Ted didn’t live close, and their respective schedules didn’t allow for frequent visits.
But George was unprepared for the lovely young thing that showed up at his door. She’d blossomed quite a bit since he’d last seen her, and having had only a son to raise he was fumbling with how to deal with an eighteen year old young woman.
It was only a few months into her first semester, and she’d fallen in with what George thought of as a “bad crowd”—frat boys and sorority girls whose idea of college seemed to be party, party, party, and never mind about such mundane things as going to class or studying. Liz was staying out all hours of the night, stumbling in in the wee hours, obviously intoxicated even though she was underage, and sleeping in all day. George had rarely seen her crack a book of any kind, and he was sure she would be flunking out at the end of the term.
And the clothes she wore! Short, tight, and skimpy didn’t begin to cover it. Just the other day George had come home to find her sunbathing on a lounger in the back yard, wearing a shiny silver micro-kini that barely covered the essential bits of her anatomy and left little to the imagination.
He wondered if she’d been like this at home. From what he knew of Ted, he doubted it; his brother was a by-the-book kind of guy. So she must be cutting loose now that she was no longer under her parents’ watchful eyes. So George was hesitant to tell his brother what was going on here. If he knew Ted, Liz would be yanked out of school within the week and packed home again. At the very least it would cause chaos and disruption in the family, and George didn’t want that.
And just this morning his wife Cait had mentioned that she’d found evidence of birth-control stuff in the bathroom, evidently left by Liz. It was worrisome.
So here he was, sitting up at 2:00 o’clock in the morning, running his hand idly through his short hair that showed more salt than pepper every year now that he was much closer to fifty than he was to forty. And this situation wasn’t helping that, not at all… If things went on like this, he’d be totally grey before the year was finished.
Finally he heard the sound of a car pulling in, the slamming of doors and loud laughter, and the key turned in the lock. As Liz appeared, hair mussed and clothes in disarray, George cleared his throat. “Liz,” he began, “we have to talk.”
