SERIES: Against a Movie Sky
PART: One of about four
RATING: R-ish (For discussion of mature themes)
PAIRING(s): Lenny/Laverne inferrence. Lots of original characters
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CATEGORY: Drama, definitely.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SETTING IN TIMELINE: Post "Hair Today.."; Twenty years in the future.
SPOILER/SUMMARY: Laverne's little girl is all grown up, and she wants some answers.
NOTES: One of those fics that just HAPPENS; The only thing I own here is Lennie.
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Paint crumbled against her palm. It was fitting; life as she knew it was crumbling, aged, beneath her. But as she climbed the front stairs
to the Laurel Vista apartment complex, truth was the objective.
She entered the building without difficulty; the front door hadn't been locked. It seemed to be a house inside, or what used to be one; each room had been divided into an individual set of apartments. Her mother had told her that she and her best friend had lived on the top floor; a short climb upstairs showed three doors. She noticed it; through a glass door, she could see a balcony, indicating that the apartments on the right had probably belonged to her mother. Therefore, the single apartment on the left would prove to contain the answer to her prayers...
She knocked on the door, twice; the shuffling of feet could be heard behind it. Suddenly, it opened, and he stood before her. Her breath
was stolen.
"Hi," Said the awkward man; half-smiling. Her eyes widened.
"I.." She thrust her hand out, "Are you Lenny?"
He nodded his head, "Uh huh."
She felt relieved. Her trust was instant; no last names needed to be
exchanged.
"My name's Lennie, too; with an I and an E Lennie Nelson; my mother's name was Laverne DeFazio.." She had to swallow hard, closing her eyes
to finish the sentence, "And I think I'm your daughter."