Music Box Dreamer

Bertie wasn’t given a moment to put his two cents into the conversation, “Nonsense, stuff and Nonsense. The two of you will have plenty of time for your gadding about town after your married. “You don’t mind do you Bertie.” Her voice was sweeter than sugar cane but the look she gave the young man froze him to his chair.   Poor, poor Bertie was tongue tied, “A mumbled “No,” and a stuttered, “Of course not mother Foster,” stumble out of his wide open mouth. He gulped, “I mean Mrs. Foster.”   Her look softened and the next flock of daggers coming out of here cold brown eyes were stopped before they left. “I didn’t think so,” she started to turn her gaze back to Annie. Before she reached her next target she added, “And Bertie you may call me mother Foster.” She took a deep breath and added a loud, “For now,” that set his knees knocking together like drumsticks. “Now Annie, run along and get ready. It’s our duty to see that the young soldiers have a good time before they go off to war.”   Annie gave her fiancée another cold stare, “Traitor, you’re supposed to be on my side.”   A little color drained back into Bertie’s pallid face and the many knots in his belly started to unwind. “I am on your side dear but your mother’s right. Why just think about those poor, poor boys going off to die for king and country. If it wasn’t for my flat feet I’d be marching right along beside them.”   Bertha mumbled, “More like your fat head and your father’s bank account that’s keeping you home.”   Bertha Foster fixed her icy stare on her youngest child, “If you’re going to say something Bertha, say it loud enough for all of us to hear. Now what’s on that mind of yours child?”   A low, “Nothing mummy,” came out of the girls mouth.   “I thought not,” she focused her brown eyes on her next victim. “Now run along Annie and put on your nicest dress, the red one.”   Annie didn’t feel quite ready to give into her mother’s demands. Instead of answering she walked over to her father. “Daddy, tell mother that I don’t have to go to that stupid dance.”   A loud, “Alexander, stay out of this,” came rushing across the room.”   Foster looked up into his pride and joy’s pouting face, “Now Annie, be a good girl and do as your mother says.”   “But daddy.”


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