Fill: Challenge 40 (DW)
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tenminutesadaySomeone forgot something? There's really only one choice for who that is...
“Mum!” Donna called across the house. She rumbled down the stairs, stopping only to clap her phone closed on the landing.
Sylvia flipped her fringe out of her eyes with a practice jerk of her head but didn’t turn from the telly. “Donna! Have a care! I’m watching my programme!”
If Donna had heard her, she didn’t show a sign of it. “That was Nerys,” she stated as she flopped into the armchair next to her grandfather.
“Of course it was,” Sylvia snapped. “You’ve been on the phone with her for two hours now. Now shush!”
“We was talking about back before, and she mentioned my friend at the wedding, some bloke she didn’t know.” Donna picked at the worn edge of the antimacassar on the arm, fraying a bit more of its hem. “Nerys knows all my friends but not him. Do you know who she was talking about?”
“No idea. There wasn’t anyone special at the wedding. She’s barking.” Sylvia waved a dismissive hand in her direction. “Now be quiet. This is the good part.”
Donna settled back in the chair, murmuring more to herself than to her family. “Yeah. I mean, I remember the wedding. Well, the first part anyway. Susie was wearing that awful dress. Of course, Nerys said he was at the reception, which I don’t remember at all. Said he was a doctor or something.”
Sylvia and Wilf both startled, turning to stare at Donna, and Sylvia couldn’t quite stop from blurting, “What?”
“A doctor,” Donna repeated without noticing their alarm. “Didn’t give his name, though.”
“No doctors at your wedding,” Wilf offered. “Not a one. I don’t think you know any.”
Donna laughed, reaching over to pat Wilf’s hand. “You wouldn’t know. You was sick, remember? Spanish flu.”
Sylvia sufficiently recovered from her shock. “Well, I wasn’t sick, and I can say for certain, no, there weren’t any doctors at your wedding. If you want, I’m sure I can dig up a guest list to prove it. Nerys must be remembering someone else’s wedding.”
Donna shrugged. “I guess she must. Well, I’m parched. Tea?” She jumped up and trotted off to the kitchen.
“Both of us,” Sylvia called after her. She turned to her father. “This is harder than I thought,” she murmured. “We can keep quiet, but we can’t stop everyone else.”
“It’ll be fine, love,” Wilf assured her. “She already met him and it was all right when she thought he was just a bloke. Like he said, just keep it all on Earth and keep all them aliens out of it, and it’ll be okay. We can do that.”
“I suppose. I just…” Sylvia glanced at the kitchen door and sighed. “I just wish we knew for sure, Dad.” She leant back in her chair to resume her programme, then rolled her eyes. “And now I’ve gone and missed the end.”
“Mum!” Donna called across the house. She rumbled down the stairs, stopping only to clap her phone closed on the landing.
Sylvia flipped her fringe out of her eyes with a practice jerk of her head but didn’t turn from the telly. “Donna! Have a care! I’m watching my programme!”
If Donna had heard her, she didn’t show a sign of it. “That was Nerys,” she stated as she flopped into the armchair next to her grandfather.
“Of course it was,” Sylvia snapped. “You’ve been on the phone with her for two hours now. Now shush!”
“We was talking about back before, and she mentioned my friend at the wedding, some bloke she didn’t know.” Donna picked at the worn edge of the antimacassar on the arm, fraying a bit more of its hem. “Nerys knows all my friends but not him. Do you know who she was talking about?”
“No idea. There wasn’t anyone special at the wedding. She’s barking.” Sylvia waved a dismissive hand in her direction. “Now be quiet. This is the good part.”
Donna settled back in the chair, murmuring more to herself than to her family. “Yeah. I mean, I remember the wedding. Well, the first part anyway. Susie was wearing that awful dress. Of course, Nerys said he was at the reception, which I don’t remember at all. Said he was a doctor or something.”
Sylvia and Wilf both startled, turning to stare at Donna, and Sylvia couldn’t quite stop from blurting, “What?”
“A doctor,” Donna repeated without noticing their alarm. “Didn’t give his name, though.”
“No doctors at your wedding,” Wilf offered. “Not a one. I don’t think you know any.”
Donna laughed, reaching over to pat Wilf’s hand. “You wouldn’t know. You was sick, remember? Spanish flu.”
Sylvia sufficiently recovered from her shock. “Well, I wasn’t sick, and I can say for certain, no, there weren’t any doctors at your wedding. If you want, I’m sure I can dig up a guest list to prove it. Nerys must be remembering someone else’s wedding.”
Donna shrugged. “I guess she must. Well, I’m parched. Tea?” She jumped up and trotted off to the kitchen.
“Both of us,” Sylvia called after her. She turned to her father. “This is harder than I thought,” she murmured. “We can keep quiet, but we can’t stop everyone else.”
“It’ll be fine, love,” Wilf assured her. “She already met him and it was all right when she thought he was just a bloke. Like he said, just keep it all on Earth and keep all them aliens out of it, and it’ll be okay. We can do that.”
“I suppose. I just…” Sylvia glanced at the kitchen door and sighed. “I just wish we knew for sure, Dad.” She leant back in her chair to resume her programme, then rolled her eyes. “And now I’ve gone and missed the end.”
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Date: 2022-04-14 12:17 am (UTC)You got all of their voices. It had to be hard on Donna’s family keeping this huge secret from her. Love the call back to Wilf not being at the wedding and Sylvia just wanted to watch her show. :)