History repeats.

“I spoke to Principal Howard…” you say to your husband as he eats. Luke had risen to become the director of the security department, but he still came home for a home cooked lunch every day.

“Again?” Luke sighed.

“Again…” you told him.

“Junior has been acting out again… feels like old times.”

“Don’t start.”

“Yes, master.”

“What are we going to do with him?”

“Maybe he needs an outlet?” You suggested

“An outlet?”

“He’s 18. Maybe it’s time we consider getting him a housewife of his own? Maybe convert Freddy?”

Luke thought for a second.

“She’s been given a lot of leeway in our community, compared to most women… but you’re right. This was her fate from the moment she was born.”