Daddy Dearest

Frannie and Lance were best friends.  They had been inseparable since second grade.  As they began to plan for classes for their senior year of high school they got together at the local Starbucks with all their paperwork to fill out.  “What are you taking for a PE class?” Frannie asked.

“I am taking the easy way out, bowling.”

“I can’t believe that is an option.  I’m thinking about modern dance.”

“You are always bopping to some kind of music, I think that is a great idea for you.”

“I just have to come up with a way to ask Mom about the fee, that won’t be easy.”

“Your mom is golden, she will get it for you.”

“I know that but it probably means more overtime for her and I hate when she has to work so much.”

“Do you want me to get you the money so you don’t have to ask her?”

“No, Lance you know I can’t take money from you.  Do you remember what happened when Mom found out about it before?  I was grounded for a week because she said we don’t take handouts.”

“I still don’t understand why helping you is so bad,”

“My Mom is a very proud person and she works damn hard to keep food on our table.  Ever since Dad left she has been so determine to make it on her own.  God knows that man wants nothing to do with us now, so she didn’t have much of a choice left.  She doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of watching her struggle, so she is doing all she can to stay away from handouts.”

“Your Dad sounds like such a prick!”

“Yeah, he is.”

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – lance https://fivedotoh.com/2020/06/03/fowc-with-fandango-lance/

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