Theft

[hennessys]

Title: Theft
Rating: PG
Summary: Christopher cannot believe his mother sometimes.
Warnings: racism.
Notes: I have written two sentences of my term paper. Again, PRIORITIES.


"Mom," Christopher began, then stopped dead when he stepped into the kitchen. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Don't you speak like that to me, young man," Nancy Hennessy snapped, and returned to counting spoons. "I'm making sure all the silver is still here. Those people steal, you know."

"Mother," he snapped back, cheeks flushing hot with humilation. "That is my fiancee's family you're talking about."

"And they steal," she retorted. "Do you know how much this set costs?"

Thank God the Ruadas were gone. "You're crazy," he said, and strode away on her outraged scream.

God grant him patience.