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hennessysTitle: Extortion
Rating: PG
Summary: He was raising extortionists.
Notes: Kids.
The children were grinning. Christopher regarded them over his coffee with some trepidation.
"Yes?" he asked, finally, when they remained silent.
Miranda laid a scrapbook on the kitchen table, her movements precise, her smile widening.
"We've marked the page," piped Charlotte, considerate as ever.
"We found it in the attic," Jack added, his grin turning evil.
Christopher flipped the scrapbook open and groaned at the marked picture—the seventies had not been kind to him. "Have you shown this to your mother?"
Three shaken heads, three extended hands.
He was raising extortionists. Christopher groaned again, and reached for his wallet.
Rating: PG
Summary: He was raising extortionists.
Notes: Kids.
The children were grinning. Christopher regarded them over his coffee with some trepidation.
"Yes?" he asked, finally, when they remained silent.
Miranda laid a scrapbook on the kitchen table, her movements precise, her smile widening.
"We've marked the page," piped Charlotte, considerate as ever.
"We found it in the attic," Jack added, his grin turning evil.
Christopher flipped the scrapbook open and groaned at the marked picture—the seventies had not been kind to him. "Have you shown this to your mother?"
Three shaken heads, three extended hands.
He was raising extortionists. Christopher groaned again, and reached for his wallet.
