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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 9:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 4:53 pm
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checklist
"So my estranged friend," Nando had that sharp, ball busting grin of his. Yes he'd read the article. Yes it was hysterical, "Where are we with this wedding?"
Nando was a couple years older than Jeremiah, silver hair to rival the other but an ever present tan. They were about the same height but Nando always seemed longer and thinner. He spoke with his hands, laughed freely, and could when it was needed get very loud. He was very italian, though his accent was very light. He was a man of style, always wearing bracelets and a couple rings to accessorize and an accompanying (but necessary) pair of glasses for every outfit.
"Rings? Suits?" He ticked them off on his fingers, dark eyes peering intently, "Something borrowed and blue? That's a thing- yes?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2016 9:37 am
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dad
Almost everything was worked out between their parents and friends. The wedding would be the day after next at Jeremiah's mother's house.
Alg was spending the day at his dad's. At his home... The place he generally thought of as home. His library was here, he'd lived here forever, all of his things that weren't shipped over still remained. This was his English life.
Bob Mixlin was a chiropractor. Semi-retired he only worked with regular, familiar patients and he worked out a room in the back of the house. The truth was that aside from eye color Algie was the spitting image of his father. About the same height, same hair but whiter, even sedentary paunch and a fondness for football and beer. He was overly fond of fishing and had already hauled out his tackle to bring with him to the wedding because Meredith's pond was the place to be.
Most of their time was spent with news chatter, football talk, and if Alg was wanting anymore of his things shipped over. He passingly asked after his dad's health, even more vaguely asked about his state of mind, but while Algie was prone to erratic yet tightly held emotion, Bob was much milder. He was fine- missing his wife still- but fine.
"She'd be real happy Alg," Bob commented over the sports page, watching his son's face, "I mean it."
"I know dad." Alg swallowed thickly and hid behind a sip of tea.
"I just know-" Bob started, knowing better to press into Alg's lingering guilt over his mother's passing, "She'll be there too. At the wedding. Don't doubt it."
Alg snorted, "Fussing over my hair and slipping recipes for a vegan biscuit blend into Jeremiah's suit jacket."
Bob smiled and nodded, "Yes and making passive aggressive comments to Meredith about my cholesterol."
"Sounds about right," Alg smiled.
Bob fished in a drawer, pulling out a small velvet bag he handed over. "It was your mums. Maybe you can wear it in your lapel.. instead of a flower."
Alg's chest was tight when he pulled out the familiar looking brooch of his mothers. It had been through years of special occasions as well as serving as an improvised hat pin on a few windy days. He ran his fingers over the silver vines and enamel flowers twined in a wreath shape. "Thanks da-" It was all he could say, "I think it's perfect."
Bob looked misty eyed, Alg did too. They exchanged a look, a nod, and a simultaneous grunt of acknowledgement.
Like father like son. That was that.
azxuredreams this is clearly not a drabble -_-
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2016 10:54 pm
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