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Dorian gave out a frustrating sigh. “I suppose we could get a bit of homework done.”

Lori briefly looked at the television and quickly turned away when she saw a gruesome scene. “Uchhh! How can you watch this?”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of this, Lori.” Teased Dorian. “It’s nothing but latex, CGI, and corn syrup with red dye #5.”

Lori gave him stern look. Dorian recognized that look all too well. It was nearly identical to the one his mother had given him every time he would ever talk back to her or did something he wasn’t supposed to.

“How many times do I have to tell you boys?” Lori said in a very disciplinary voice. “I don’t want to see this garbage when I’m home.”

“Sorry, Lori.” Dorian apologized, taking the remote and stopping the DVD. “It’s just a dumb movie.”

Then he mentally followed with, So was buying a diamond ankle cuff for your yappy Yorkie?

Lori gave him a pleasant smile and proceeded to exit the room. “You are such a good boy, Dorian.” Then she shifted her gaze to her son Henry. “I wish everyone is considerate as you.”

Henry could see Dorian’s eyes studying his mother. Mom does look a lot like me, Henry noticed.

Then Dorian suddenly felt a punch in his arm. He looked over to discover it was Henry who delivered the blow.

“Dude,” he whispered to Dorian’s ear, “stop pretending to be the good son!”

JOHN GRAVAGLIA

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