drabblerooskie
August, 1998
Newport Beach, CA
"If you wanted to go play soldier so badly, you could have just told me. We could've gotten you into West Point like Jack."
"Wow," the youngest son sighed, looking to his mother. "So Dad still doesn't get it."
"Kyle--"
"Evan, Mom. My name's Evan."
"That's not the name we gave you," his father scowled.
"No, but it's been my name for five years. I earned it."
"God dammit, Kyle--!"
"Sean," his mother interrupted softly. "If anyone here understands what it means to be your own man, it's you."
Elizabeth only rarely shut her husband down. Rarely, but always effectively.
Newport Beach, CA
"If you wanted to go play soldier so badly, you could have just told me. We could've gotten you into West Point like Jack."
"Wow," the youngest son sighed, looking to his mother. "So Dad still doesn't get it."
"Kyle--"
"Evan, Mom. My name's Evan."
"That's not the name we gave you," his father scowled.
"No, but it's been my name for five years. I earned it."
"God dammit, Kyle--!"
"Sean," his mother interrupted softly. "If anyone here understands what it means to be your own man, it's you."
Elizabeth only rarely shut her husband down. Rarely, but always effectively.