The Father

Former Sergent Frank Donovan was furious. Thirty years of service and this is the thanks he gets? This whole thing was outrages, and he needed some fun time.

“Hi Honey, how was work?”, his wife Robin asked.

“I’ve been laid off”, Frank grumbled.

“What”, Robin exclaimed. “Why? How?”

“Budget cuts”, Frank said using air quotes for emphasis. “Mark also got let go.”

“Oh my baby, I need to call him.”

“Don’t bother”, Frank said. “He needs time to simmer.”

“Frank! Really. I think he needs our support”, Robin said as she started to get her purse to call her son.

“Duratus”, Frank said smoothly. Suddenly Robin froze in place mid-walk. “Like I said dear, he needs time to simmer.” Though calling him isn’t a bad idea, Frank thought to himself. Perhaps it was time to tell him the family secret. Since they weren’t in law enforcement anymore, it certainly was no longer hypocritical.

“I’m going to the basement to visit the trophies”, Frank said to his frozen wife. “You will stay here and resumed what you were doing. You will tell anyone who asks I’m sleeping.”

“Yes dear”, Robin said in a monotone.

“Well that was that”, Frank thought to himself.” He then turned and headed down the basement stairs to a far off door with a keypad. All three of his children had been forbidden from entering, and he made sure only he could get in.

Frank typed in the code, and opened the door. He smiled at what greeted him. Yes, it was time to bring Mark in on the Family secret.