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The Little Things in Life - 2

Warnings: cheating, non-consent sex (series); nothing for this chapter

This is dark!Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Series Summary: Your suburban life begins to show cracks and your next door neighbour, Steve Rogers, seems intent on shattering what’s left.

Note: Chapter 2! So I’m in between too many things. I always appreciate your guys’ patience and reading. You know how it be; I’m a mess. Thanks to everyone for their feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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Based on this drabble

On Wednesday, you spent the morning working in your office with one eye on Kayla. You’d be relieved in the fall when she could go to school and you could focus a little better. Well, you’d see which you felt when the time came.

You had lunch in the backyard at her plastic picnic set and played on the slide. You checked the time as you went inside and a knock sounded at the door. Kayla followed you as you answered it. Steve greeted you with a cool smile.

“Sharon just went off to see her mother,” He said. “So I figured, we can sneak out now and grab the flowers.”

“Uh, yeah,” You waved him in as you turned to Kayla. “You wanna go for a car ride?”

“I want ice cream,” She clapped her hands.

“You want ice cream?” You asked as you knelt to fix the strap on her shoes which had twisted. “Well, if you’re good in the car, we’’ll take you by the shop. How about that?”

“I hate looking at flowers,” She crossed her arms. “They bite.”

“Only if you touch the cactuses,” You chided as you stood and grabbed your car keys from the hook and the old leather purse that sat on the low bench. “You don’t mind if I drive? Her seat’s a bit of a hassle to move around.”

“Nope,” Steve kept his foot in the door as the sunlight slatted down his tall figure. “We should have a couple of hours to beat Sharon. I really think it’ll be a nice surprise for the weekend.”

“This weekend?” You wondered. “I don’t know. We’d till have to plant everything.”

“I could toss in another bottle of wine for your trouble.” He offered.

You shook your head. He’d sent you home with what was left of the Pinot on Monday and it still sat in your fridge. Beckoning to you as you laid next to an empty space. Or worse, an indifferent Logan. His work consumed him and he often spent hours poring over it or even rushed out to appease his demanding boss. Well, you had your Saturdays and those were always nice.

“It’s fine. I’m not much of a drinker.” You said. “The helmet.”

“The helmet?” He tilted his head.

“Selfie,” You pointed your keys at him as you took Kayla’s hand. “For the extra effort.”

He shrugged as he opened the door.

“Fine,” He said. “So, you and Logan coming to the party?”

“I know I am,” You locked the door behind you. “We’ll see if Logan can keep off his phone for more than twenty minutes.”

You led Kayla to the car and Steve stood just behind you as you helped her in and strapped her into the seat. You closed the door and turned back.

“Yeah, he’s definitely been a bit… absent,” Steve commented as he went around to the passenger side. “You know, the last time he came over to watch the game, I changed it to the Orioles and he didn’t even notice.”

“It’s work,” You climbed into the car as he mirrored you. “I can’t say I don’t do the same. I’m cutting crusts off sandwiches and plotting my next lesson.”

“Multitasking,” Steve mused as he closed the door. “But I’m sure the sandwiches are still great.”

You turned the engine and looked at Kayla in the mirror. She kicked her feet impatiently in her seat as she hummed.

“There’s a little leapfrog toy in the glove compartment,” You said to Steve as you backed up. “You wanna get it for her… she’ll start singing soon if you don’t.”

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Kayla chose some daisies for your front garden as you showed Steve the pansies. They were small and simple. You mixed in some freesias and some heather, too. Steve picked out a new set of garden tools to give to Sharon as well and a pair of cute floral gloves.

You paused as you checked out and glanced over at your neighbour. You couldn’t recall the last time Logan had done more than grabbed a pizza on his way home. And he always forgot that you couldn’t stomach pepperoni. Oh well, you supposed it was the gesture that counted.

You carefully loaded the tray of plastic pots into your trunk as Kayla demanded her scoop. She had behaved quite well. Steve picked her up as you crossed the street and headed for the parlor at the opposite corner. You neared a cafe only a few doors away and Steve pointed to the painted moniker on the glass.

“You know I heard that place is good. The coffee is from--” You stopped short and Steve turned to face you. “What’s up?”

You backed up and glanced at the license plate of the black Volkswagen. The same scratch on the bumper, the same numbers. You blinked and pulled out your phone. No messages. You looked to Steve.

“That’s Logan’s car but why…” Your voice trailed off and you neared the cafe window.

You peered in and searched the tables. Your husband’s dark hair was visible just towards the corner of the shop. You recognised the woman beside him. Karina, his boss. Her ginger curls were drawn back into a large bun and she turned to giggle at Logan. You could see his hand on her thigh as she stole a bite from his muffin. Your heart stopped.

“Come on, let’s just…” You blinked at Steve and his eyes were aimed through the window as Kayla tugged at his tee and whined for ice cream. “Let’s go. I could go for some mint chip.”

Steve hesitated before he turned back, careful to keep Kayla away from the cafe as you passed it.

“Mint chip? Boring.” He taunted after a moment. “What about you Kayla? You like cotton candy ice cream?”

“No, I want strawberry!” She chimed.

“Strawberry?” He reached for the door with his free hand and pulled it open. “Bleh! I’d rather a plain and very boring vanilla.”

“I like strawberry!” Kayla argued.

“How about black cherry?” Steve followed you inside. “You old lady.”

“I’m not old. I’m only four.” Kayla huffed. “You’re old!”

“I am,” He chuckled as he neared the counter.

There was only one customer ahead of you as you perused the flavours. You barely read the signs for each bucket as your head was a blur of indiscernible voices and lights. You could only see Logan and his hand in Karina’s lap. Was this why he was so obsessed with work? ‘Work?’

“Mint chip?” Steve nudged you out of your trance as the aproned server looked at you over the glass. “One or two scoops?”

“Um, actually I’ll get a scoop of the butterscotch. In a cup, please.” You found it hard to speak.

You approached the til and Steve insisted on paying. You sat against the wall and poked at your ice cream as Kayla made a mess with her cone. You did your best to keep her tidy with a napkin but she dripped enough down her shirt to drown the unicorn on its front. You reprimanded her as she refused to finish the last of the dry cone and you cleaned up the table with Steve’s help.

You crossed the street so that you didn’t pass the cafe again. You peeked over and Logan’s car was still there. You got Kayla into her seat and searched around for her tablet. You took out the headphones with bunny ears you had gotten her for her birthday.

“You wanna listen to some Wiggles?” You asked.

“Yeah,” She pulled them on and you unlocked the small tablet and put on the music player.

You handed her it and she brought up the frog game she liked to play. You ruffled her hair before you backed out and dropped into the driver’s seat. You glanced at Kayla before you pulled out. Steve was silent beside you.

“You didn’t seem very surprised... you knew?” You asked quietly. His lack of answer was telling. “Did you do this on purpose? Did you know they would be there?”

“No, I… I didn’t know they’d be there,” He said.

“But you knew… about her?” You gripped the wheel tightly.

“He told me about someone else but… he said it was a one time thing. A slip up.” Steve admitted.

“One time,” You scoffed angrily. “It doesn’t matter.”

“I’m sorry.” He said softly.

“For what? You’re not my husband,” You steamed. “Unless, you’ve been helping him sneak around but I highly doubt you have the time for that when you have a newborn at home. Oh but if she’s older, it’s fine. You can get away with it, you can--”

You took a breath and hissed.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t--” You growled and hit the steering wheel. “It’s not your fault. I just… I’m so embarrassed. And you knew. You knew!”

“I thought of telling you, I just didn’t know how,” Steve said. “And if I had known they were going to be there, I wouldn’t-- Well, I’d still be a coward.”

“It’s really not your problem. Not your marriage.” You leaned closer to the windshield as you focused on the road. “Can we… can we plant the flowers tomorrow? I gotta get Kayla cleaned up and I have dishes in the sink…”

“Sure, sure,” He said. “That’s fine. I get it.”

“Does Sharon know?” You croaked.

“No.”

“Please, don’t tell her.” You gulped and glanced in the rear view as Kayla tapped the tablet. “I couldn’t-- I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

“Are you going to… confront him?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know,” You muttered. “I don’t know if I can. I…” You looked over at him as you stopped for the sign. “Really, don’t worry about it. Please.”

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You barely said a word to Logan that night. You couldn’t find any and besides you hadn’t much of a chance as your husband was just as late as ever. And when he’d finally come to bed, you waited for him to snore before you crept out.

You snatched his phone and retreated to the hallway. You sat just outside your bedroom door as you scrolled through the messages; the pictures. How had you not suspected a thing? How had you trusted him so completely?

You told yourself that time had worn on the marriage. Your sex life was strained but it would even out again. And the communication, that just needed a good talk and you would find time for that one day. But… you were wrong. It was a shell.

Your eyes teared up as you thought of Steve. He and Sharon were so perfect. They had it all. Everything you pretended to have. And he still cared for her. He wanted to make her a garden of her own. Wanted to do something for her as she spent her days taking care of their child. All you ever got was heartburn.

You took Kayla to daycare the next morning so that you didn’t have to be there to see Logan off. You drove back slowly and found yourself on that same street. You parked and strode down to the cafe. Inside, it smelled of beans and cinnamon. You ordered a latte to go and half-dozen cookies.

Your car was filled with the scent of caramel and you pulled up to your house with dread knotted in your stomach. Could you get past this? For Kayla? You opened the car door and turned to hang your legs out. You held the box of cookies on your lap and inhaled the aroma that floated from the sweet latte. You couldn’t go inside. You couldn’t face the empty house.

“Hey,” Steve frightened you as he jogged up your drive. He wore his track shorts and a tee. He glistened from his morning run. “You okay?”

You nodded and forced yourself to stand. You elbowed the door shut and set your latte on the roof of your car as you locked it.

“Cookie?” You offered the box.

“No, no, it’s a bit… early.”

“Sharon home?” You asked. “Awake?”

“She is.” He said. “I was just on my way to relieve her. My shift starts soon.”

“Oh,” You took the latte and he eyed the logo on the cup.

“Where’s Kayla?”

“Daycare,” You answered. “I thought it would be better but… it’s just lonely.”

“Come over,” He said. “Come see Sharon and the baby.”

“No, I couldn’t--”

“She’d appreciate the company,” He urged. “The adult company. I think the baby talk is driving her crazy.”

You looked across the street and then back to your house.

“Alright.” You relented. “Thanks.”

“And if we end up hitting the felt…” He kidded.

“Sure,” You rolled your eyes and followed him down the drive.

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Sharon looked immaculate. She had a four month old baby in her arms and glowed like the Madonna. She greeted you with a warm smile as Steve pecked her cheek and then Sarah’s head. You slipped out of your shoes and followed her into the living room. As you sat on the sofa and set down your coffee and cookies, she handed you the baby and offered you breakfast.

You lied to her and told her you had already eaten. You looked down at the child; blond, blue-eyed, beautiful. Steve neared you as Sharon retreated to the kitchen and the sound of the blender came muffled from the doorway. You glanced up at Steve.

“You want her?” You offered.

“She likes you,” He sat next to you and waved away the offer. “She can’t stop looking at you.”

You looked down and the blue eyes shone up at you. You smiled and rocked Sarah as you leaned back against the cushion.

“I guess it’s a bit of a moot question now, but you ever thought of having another?” Steve asked.

“You always think about it.” You said. “But often think better of it.”

You looked over at him as the noise of the blender died. His eyes were much like those gazing up at you. Bright, intent. You felt almost shy as he watched you. You tore your attention from him and brought Sarah closer to your chest as she reached up with her small fingers. You cooed at her and touched her cheek.

“Here,” Sharon handed Steve a green smoothie and sat with her own. “You didn’t bring Kayla?”

“She’s at the daycare.” You explained. “She missed her friends.”

“She’s such a sweetheart,” Sharon said and her eyes drifted down to Sarah. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen ours so calm.”

“You will. I found it came in phases. Sometimes it’s non-stop, sometimes their angelic.” You mused.

Your stomach clenched as you thought of Kayla when she was that small; as you wondered how it had become all so twisted. Was it the kid? Was it you? You blinked away the dampness in your eyes and turned to hand Steve the baby. He took her and you reached for your latte. The caffeine wouldn’t help your nerves but the momentary warmth would soothe you.

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On Friday, Sharon had a hair appointment so Steve came over to interrupt your paperwork. You brought Kayla with you as he set Sarah up in her plastic seat on the lawn.

He helped carry the flowers over from your garage and you set to the task of weeding and digging out spots for the new buds. You had a short time to get it done before Sharon returned.

Kayla liked Sarah. She showed her the flowers and the new doll she’d gotten from your mother. You knelt beside Steve as he took your direction and you found yourself reaching over each other, distracted only as you kept the children entertained between unpotting the plants.

There was a tension lingering. Words unsaid. You caught Steve’s glances and the pity in his tone. You dusted off your jeans and stood as you stepped back to admire your work. He watched you then and you felt like snarling at him. You could see his sympathy and it sickened you.

“Amazing,” He rose and came to stand beside you. “She’ll love it.”

“I’m sure she will,” You said.

You bent and started to stack the empty plastic planters. You piled them all into the tray and gathered up your little set of tools.

“Me and Kayla should go, it’s close to nap time and--”

“I’m not tired,” Kayla said. You looked at her sharply.

“Please, why don’t you come in and… have some lemonade before you go?” Steve said. “Just a little while.”

“I don’t know. Sharon will be--”

“Sharon always gets her nails done when she gets her highlights,” Steve assured you. “Besides, she’s not dumb enough to think I did all this by myself.”

“I like lemonade,” Kayla said and tugged on your belt loop. “Only pink.”

“Pink…” He bit his lip. “You know, I think I might have some.”

“Fine, I’ll go put this stuff away,” You said.

“I’ll get the kids inside.” He lifted Sarah from her chair and offered his hand to Kayla. “I think it’s good for Sarah to socialize.”

You nodded and quickly retreated across the street. You shoved everything in the shed and stopped as you went to replace the latch. Had it all been pity? Had Steve discovered Logan’s secret and decided to start bugging you out his own guilt? It felt entirely mocking. Worse, humiliating.

He shouldn’t be worrying about you. You snapped the locked close through the loop and spun the dial. He had a wife and kid. He needed to worry about them. Not you and your denial of your splintering marriage. You crossed the street and kicked the dirt off your boots before you entered. You unlaced them and found Kayla in the living room.

She sat in front of the TV as Sarah was sprawled out in a playpen. You checked on your daughter then followed the subtle noises of activity to the kitchen. You entered as Steve tore the top off a frozen lemonade mix. It was pink like he promised.

“I could add some vodka to yours,” He offered as he squeezed it out into a pitcher.

“Look, Steve,” You neared the other side of the island. “You don’t have to atone for what Logan is doing.”

“What?” His eye lashes flicked up as he looked at you. “You don’t think-- You know, we’re friends, right? You and me? This has nothing to do with Logan.”

“Oh no?” You challenged. “I’m not that great at pool and I hate baseball.”

“Is that all I am? A felt table and ESPN?” He asked.

“No, but, come on,” You sighed. “I don’t want to be your pity project.”

“You’re not,” He said as he added water to the pitcher. “That would be Bucky.”

You couldn’t help the snort. He returned to the island and began to whisk the mixture.

“And to be honest, it’s been a tough couple months. Pent up in here with a crying baby. I’m sure you know how it is. Talking to people who can actually answer me with more than a spit bubble is like a breath of fresh air.”

He smirked and went to grab glasses from the cupboard. He poured each and pushed one across to you as he took the other two.

“And you already said you’d come to the party so don’t even think of backing out now,” He passed you as he went to the door. “Sharon’s looking forward to it.”

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2nd Generation Family Overview

I’m glad to announce that Jillian won with 63% of the votes and will be the next head of the family! It was close for a while - the vote got stuck at 50/50 for a day or so, I don’t know how I would have done if it had stayed that way.

I don’t know when I’ll publish the next chapter, I’ve been lacking inspiration this week, but I’ll be back soon.

Thank you to everyone who voted, it really means a lot to me.

TAIGA BAYLESS (BORN AISAKA) (1800-1860)

Traits: Absent-Minded, Shy, Irresistible, Hot-Headed, Hopeless Romantic.

Lifetime Wish: Martial Arts Master.

Love interests: Oliver Greenwood (former lover, deceased), Skeet Bayless (former husband, deceased), Tay Bayless (lover).

Family: Ami Huff (daughter), Calvin Dipperson (son-in-law), Adora Bayless (daughter), Steve Bayless (son), Jillian Dipperson (granddaughter).

Background: Raised in a Japanese-Dutch family, Taiga had to flee from her abusive grandfather who wanted to marry her to a drunkard against her will. She started a new life in Twinbrook, where her legacy and her story began. Taiga was a single mother that struggled between poverty and her desperate love for Skeet Bayless, a married man who were also the father of her daughter. After Skeet’s wife died, he finally married Taiga and moved in with her, putting an end to years of hardship. They had two additional children together before Skeet’s passed away. After her husband’s death, Taiga devoted herself to her garden and her martial arts skills. She eventually managed to become a Grand Master after an intensive training in China, and was granted enough money by the Emperor to build a mansion on her land where she spent her old days. She became the lover of her late husband’s son before she passed away at 60.

AMI HUFF (BORN AISAKA) (1823-?)

Traits: Genius, Loner, Frugal, Shy, Unflirty.

Lifetime Wish: Animal Rescuer.

Love interests: Calvin Dipperson (former lover), Broderick Huff (husband).

Family: Skeet Bayless (father), Taiga Bayless (mother), Chase Bayless (half-sister), Tay Bayless (half-brother), Calvin Dipperson (brother-in-law), Adora Bayless (sister), Diane Bayless (sister-in-law), Steve Bayless (brother), Jillian Goode (niece), Josh Huff (son), Clay Bayless (nephew), Shana Bayless (niece), Lily Dipperson (niece), Andrew Goode (grandnephew).

Background: Ami was a lonely but adventurous girl who grew up playing in the swamps, and who loved horses more than humans. She had seen her mother struggle most of her life, and she was determined to help. But she couldn’t forgive her mother when she decided to marry Skeet Bayless, the worthless progenitor she hated, and the source of all of their problems. She categorically refused to take his name, and insisted on keeping her mother’s name, Aisaka. The only good thing he brought with him was his mare, Bella, who became Ami’s best friend. As a teenager, she spends most of her time helping at home and riding her horse. Her worst fear was to go back to poverty: she didn’t like to take risks, and was very happy with her family’s frugal lifestyle before her mother had a mansion built. Growing up, she became a horsewoman and adopted five mares she loved as if they were her children. When her sister married, it was the first time in her life that she was living under the same roof of someone she didn’t share blood with, and she couldn’t help but falling in love with her brother-in-law, Calvin. They became lovers until Adora caught them, and she was forced to leave her home. She didn’t know she was pregnant, and since Calvin would not reply to her letters she had to raise her son on her own. When her son was four, she met Broderick Huff, the creationist butler of a rich man living out of town called Angel McConnell. They married, and her new husband adopted her son.

CALVIN DIPPERSON (1833-?)

Traits: Frugal, Socially Awkward, Bookworm, Hopeless Romantic, Good.

Lifetime Wish: Heartbreaker.

Love interests: Adora Dipperson (wife), Ami Huff (former lover).

Family: Taiga Bayless (mother-in-law), Ami Huff (sister-in-law), Steve Bayless (brother-in-law), Guadalupe Goode (son-in-law), Jillian Goode (daughter), Josh Huff (son), Clay Bayless (nephew), Shana Bayless (niece), Lily Dipperson (daughter), Andrew Goode (grand-son).

Background: Calvin was born in the haute bourgeoisie of Norwich. His mother died in childbirth and his father passed away too when he was a teenager, leaving him as the only heir of their fortune. He met Adora in senior year of business and asked her to marry him as soon as he graduated knowing that she still had three years to go before she would obtained her degree in biology, and he settled in her mother’s mansion in Twinbrook. He immediately started to invest in the local businesses, and found a business partner in the person of Angel McConnell, a bourgeois who lived out of town; he occasionally teaches economics in high school. While his wife was away, he got closer and closer to her sister Ami, and they eventually became lovers until Adora caught them and kicked Ami out. This signed the destruction of his marriage: he had betrayed his wife’s truth, and since they couldn’t divorce they were stuck together... He eventually managed to rebuild Adora’s truth until she learnt that he sexually assaulted their governess. In the meantime, he had learnt that Ami was pregnant when she was kicked out of the house, and that he had a secret 4 years-old boy called Josh. He asked Ami to not make things worse and go away, and he never heard from her again. As time passed, he became more and more conservative and christian, and when his daughter gave birth to a son, he placed great hopes in him and started to scheme with his associate in order to dispossess his daughters so his grandson could inherit instead.

ADORA DIPPERSON (BORN BAYLESS) (1836-?)

Traits: Shy, Friendly, Can’t Stand Art, Good, Neat.

Lifetime Wish: Become A Creature-Robot Cross Breeder.

Love interests: Calvin Dipperson (husband).

Family: Skeet Bayless (father), Broderick Huff (brother-in-law), Taiga Bayless (mother), Chase Bayless (half-sister), Tay Bayless (half-brother), Ami Huff (sister), Diane Bayless (sister-in-law), Steve Bayless (brother), Guadalupe Goode (son-in-law), Jillian Goode (daughter), Josh Huff (nephew), Clay Bayless (nephew), Shana Bayless (niece), Lily Dipperson (daughter), Andrew Goode (grandson).

Background: Adora’s childhood was happy. When she was a baby, she received a lot of love from her father, and a lot of attention from her half-brother and her sister when she was a toddler. Unlike her sister, she preferred to stay inside and read a good book near the fireplace. She always had all that she needed, and unlike Ami who was turned toward the past, Adora was looking forward to the future: as the heiress, she wanted to make a name for herself and pull her family towards modernity and progress. She spent the end of her childhood and her teenage years in the boarding school of Fort Starch, and then she went to university where she studied biology and developed a strong interest in the theory of transmutation of species. In university she met Calvin Dipperson, who became her husband a year after they first met. After she graduated, she started to work in a laboratory in Twinbrook and aside from that she kept working on personal projects and studying evolutionists’ thesis. She was so absorbed with her work she didn’t realize her husband was cheating on her with her sister Ami, and she kicked her out of the house. Her husband finally managed to win her truth back, but he lost it right away after she discovered he had been sexually assaulting the governess. She placed her hopes on her first daughter and wished that she would follow her steps, but Jillian was more interested in upper-class girls’ hobbies than in science, which had been a strong disappointment for Adora... Her personal work eventually paid off, and she managed to be noticed for her shattering discovery by the British Intelligence. She had been secretly working for the Queen since then.

STEVE BAYLESS (1837-?)

Traits: Ambitious, Lucky, Supernatural Skeptic, Unstable, Animal Lover..

Lifetime Wish: Presenting the Perfect Private Aquarium.

Love interests: Diane Bayless (wife).

Family: Skeet Bayless (father), Broderick Huff (brother-in-law), Taiga Bayless (mother), Chase Bayless (half-sister), Tay Bayless (half-brother), Ami Huff (sister), Calvin Dipperson (brother-in-law), Adora Dipperson (sister), Jillian Goode (niece), Josh Huff (nephew), Clay Bayless (son), Shana Bayless (daughter), Lily Dipperson (niece), Andrew Goode (grandnephew).

Background: When he was a kid, Steve was very withdrawn and lonely. He would spend his whole life fishing, and he didn’t have many friends. Everything changed after his mother died. Since he had never known his father, Steve’s half-brother Tay was just like a father to him, and since he had no children of his own he asked him to become his heir. Steve became very sociable. He met his wife on the beach and they became lover. When he learnt that Diane was pregnant, he immediately married her and became the proud father of twins. Steve owns the local journal he inherited from Tay and it is his first source of incomes.

GUADALUPE GOODE (1856-?)

Traits: Slob, Bot Fan, Supernatural Skeptic, Light Sleeper, Friendly.

Lifetime Wish: Fashion Phenomenon.

Love interests: Jillian Goode (wife), Bobbi Huffman (former lover).

Family: Pansy Goode (mother), Thad Goode (father), Calvin Dipperson (father-in-law), Adora Dipperson (mother-in-law), Josh Huff (brother-in-law), Lily Dipperson (sister-in-law), Andrew Goode (son).

Background: Guadalupe is the son of the owner of a local tailor shop who was a friend of Calvin Dipperson’s. He lost his mother when he was a teenager, and found a comforting ear in Jillian, whom he married. After he lost his father, he became the owner of the tailor-shop. He’s now the most demanded tailor of Norfolk, but he spends his whole life working and has little time for his wife and son.

JILLIAN GOODE (BORN DIPPERSON) (1859-?)

Traits: Neurotic, Loves the Cold, Shy, Eco-Friendly, Workaholic.

Lifetime Wish: Vocal Legend.

Love interests: Guadalupe Goode (husband).

Family: Taiga Bayless (grandmother), Broderick Huff (uncle), Ami Huff (aunt), Calvin Dipperson (father), Adora Dipperson (mother), Diane Bayless (aunt), Steve Bayless (uncle), Josh Huff (half-brother), Clay Bayless (cousin), Shana Bayless (cousin), Lily Dipperson (sister), Andrew Goode (son).

Background: Jillian is the first born of Adora Dipperson. She married at 15 and had her first child at 16. She’s a gentle woman with a magnificent voice and good manners, she plays piano and her ambition is to be known as a singer, but she doesn’t know how to launch her career yet. For now she sings and plays at her father’s parties in front of the whole bourgeoisie of Twinbrook, but she hope that one day, she’ll be able to perform in Rome, Paris and Saint Petersburg.

LILY DIPPERSON (1874-?)

Traits: Loner, Evil, Daredevil.

Lifetime Wish: None yet.

Love interests: None.

Family: Broderick Huff (uncle), Ami Huff (aunt), Calvin Dipperson (father), Adora Dipperson (mother), Diane Bayless (aunt), Steve Bayless (uncle), Guadalupe Goode (brother-in-law), Jillian Goode (sister), Josh Huff (half-brother), Clay Bayless (cousin), Shana Bayless (cousin), Andrew Goode (nephew).

Background: Lily is the second daughter of Adora and Calvin, and she’s not a nice kid. She doesn’t like the company of people, and people don’t like her company anyway. The person she hates the most is Callie Bone, her governess, because she’s always stopping her from doing what she wants! She doesn’t know what she wants to do when she grows up, but she knows one thing for sure: one day, stupid Mrs. Bone and all these girls who don’t want to be friends with her will pay, she’ll make sure of it.

ANDREW GOODE (1875-?)

Traits: Excitable, Disciplined, Perfectionist

Lifetime Wish: Note yet.

Love interests: None.

Family: Broderick Huff (great-uncle), Ami Huff (great-aunt), Calvin Dipperson (grandfather), Adora Dipperson (grandmother), Diane Bayless (grandaunt), Steve Bayless (granduncle), Guadalupe Goode (father), Jillian Goode (mother), Lily Dipperson (aunt).

Background: Andrew is just a toddler yet, and there’s not much to say about him. His grandfather is very implicated in his education, and is determined to raise him as a proper anglican.

SERVANTS

Cady Major “Mr. Major” (butler since 1863)

Callie Bone (born Stockton) “Mrs. Bone” (head nurse since 1863)

Erick Bone “Erick” (valet since 1868)

Trish Tolbert “Trish” (maid-of-all-work since 1868)

Yesenia Hinds “Miss Hinds” (cook since 1876)

Jaime Robin “Jaime” (gardener since 1881)

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To The Neighborhood

Steggy Week, day 5 Prompt: Domestic Bliss

Summary: New neighbors always have the potential to disrupt things, and the couple fixing up the monstrosity across the street seems more capable of disruption than most.

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When the sign at number six, Meadow Close, switches from For Sale to Sale Pending, Dr. Valerie Oglethorpe, DDS, (please feel free to call her Dr. Oglethorpe) is of two minds. On the one hand, number six is currently an elaborate ruin of a house, a confection of turrets and too many windows neglected for so long that it can hardly be called a Victorian anymore, and new owners would certainly mean repairs so that Dr. Oglethorpe will no longer have to look out at such a blight on her street. On the other hand, the owners of numbers one through four have all been confirmed to be calm, normal people who leave for work somewhere between seven and eight, return between five thirty and six thirty, keep their lawns tidy, and never make a fuss except for the occasional barbecue, which suits Dr. Oglethorpe extremely well. With new neighbors, one is never certain what the outcome might be, and the purchase of such an impractical house is already a poor sign.

But the real estate agents and bank representatives don’t consult current residents about these sorts of things, so when the sign changes again from Sale Pending to Sold, Dr. Oglethorpe decides that she will make the best of whatever situation arises.

She happens to be out in her garden the first time a car pulls up in front of number six. Dr. Oglethorpe’s garden is extremely elaborate, with all the typical vegetables and flowers alongside multiple rare and interesting plants, and many of them are blooming in the late spring weather, forming a lush barrier which surrounds her property.

All that is to say that when Dr. Oglethorpe can see the new couple and they cannot see her, it is not spying in the traditional sense. It is certainly not purposeful. It would just become extremely awkward if she were to get up and make a spectacle of herself, so she stays quiet and still and watches them.

They are both on the taller side, and well-built. The man’s hair is blond, and the woman’s a lovely rich brown. Dr. Oglethorpe might not have the best eyesight anymore, but even from a distance she can tell that they are both quite good-looking. They stand side by side, peering up at the house. The woman puts her hands on her hips and says something that makes the man laugh, and then he takes her hand and they walk inside.

Dr. Oglethorpe seizes the opportunity to return to her own home. She’s finished her weeding, and of course the two of them will be back outside eventually and she isn’t sure she’s ready to greet them just yet. Better to get the reckoning of them first.

That her kitchen window offers an excellent view is, of course, coincidence. As, naturally, is the way her eyes look across the street throughout the morning, even though nothing visibly happens for a long while. Finally, towards mid-afternoon, the couple comes back out, arm in arm, returns to their car, and drives away.

Dr. Oglethorpe gives them decent markings for the first day, but she’s perfectly willing to reevaluate depending on what type of people these turn out to be.

There’s a near immediate drop in estimation the next time the couple appears. It is close to a week later when they drive up again, and they are accompanied by someone driving a pick-up truck with a construction company logo on the side. This time the man is dressed casually, in jeans and a slightly disheveled T-shirt. The woman has her hair covered by a bandana. Standing at the kitchen sink and distractedly rewashing the breakfast dishes, Dr. Oglethorpe gives reluctant approval to the idea that they are people with specific vision and a hands-on approach. They must be giving the construction chief an overview of the house before he begins with his crew, and she does appreciate that they’re dressed appropriately for wandering around what must be a pit of dust and mold and falling pieces of wood and wallpaper.

But after about an hour, once she is back at the kitchen table with a crossword, she hears an engine start up, and instead of seeing the couple drive away, it’s the man in the truck. The bed is empty, so he’s clearly unloaded his supplies and left them at the house, and when the sounds of a hammer and - mercy - a saw, begin, Dr. Oglethorpe is faced with the nasty truth.

Do-it-yourselfers. Fixing a loose hinge or installing an air conditioner on your own is one thing, but amateurs taking on a whole house? Dr. Oglethorpe certainly cannot approve.

Over the next weeks, Dr. Oglethorpe learns a few things. The woman’s name is Peggy. The man’s is Steve. They are very eager workers, arriving in the morning just after the last of the other neighbors have left for their offices, and driving off just before they return. They laugh with each other quite a bit - she can hear them no matter where they are in the house because of the broken windows - and they were polite enough to leave a note in her mailbox apologizing for the noise and mess, as if she were unaware that houses getting repaired will have a noisy, messy intermediary stage. She does not, of course, respond to the note.

She also learns that they have a large and eclectic group of friends who apparently lack regular jobs too.

Steve and Peggy work alone for about a week, wandering between the interior and exterior seemingly depending on weather and mood. But the following Monday, a back door to their car opens instead of just the front two and a man with shaggy brown hair pulled halfway back steps out. He stands on the sidewalk to look up at the house. Dr. Oglethorpe just catches a glimpse as she prunes a rosebush, but she thinks the man has some sort of prosthesis. She quickly applies herself back to the bush, making sure not to look up again until the three have gone into the house.

She can’t hear exactly what is being said, but there is indignant shouting, and a yelled response which is immediately followed by laughter, so she knows it’s playful.

Dr. Oglethorpe listens, but she can’t hear a difference in noise level signalling an extra hammer or a new set of boots on the floor. Perhaps the new man is just observing, or maybe she’s gotten used to the racket.

A few days later, a second car arrives in the morning. Steve, Peggy, their long-haired friend, and an African-American man come out of the first car, and a redheaded woman steps out of the other one.

The newest man elbows the barely kempt friend. Dr. Oglethorpe is checking on her pansies this morning, which are planted in a neat row at the front edge of her lawn, and the man has a carrying voice, so she is able to hear him say, “We usually don’t agree on much, but you’re right: this is a Project.”

Dr. Oglethorpe is not given to figures of speech, but imagines that she can actually hear the way he capitalizes the word. She quite agrees with him, actually.

Project or not, the newcomers roll up their sleeves and join in. To give them the benefit of the doubt, Dr. Oglethorpe will assume they are focusing on working from the outside in because she has seen very little improvement thus far, although they certainly are committed.

Peggy and Steve are there every weekday with the two men and the redhead as their most frequent assistants, but a new cast begins to rotate in as well. There’s a man who balances on the roof and spends two days removing shingles and then three fixing rotten pieces and replacing everything fresh. Dr. Oglethorpe keeps one horrified eye on him whether she’s inside or out because he works without a harness and spends much of his time making sarcastic remarks down to the ground or in through the windows instead of focusing on the task at hand. There’s a young woman who speaks accented English and has what Dr. Oglethorpe considers a suspiciously easy time lifting and carrying things; she remembers a piece on National Public Radio from several years ago about female bodybuilders, but the woman seems too slight for that. Occasionally a man drops by who has cropped blond hair, a boisterous voice and manner, and the most enjoyment from swinging a hammer that Dr. Oglethorpe has ever seen. (It’s getting hot, and he wears a sleeveless shirt. She would certainly believe that he could be a bodybuilder.)

Dr. Oglethorpe’s favorite and least favorite days are when a shiny sedan screeches up mid-morning. She quickly becomes familiar with the dark haired man who acts taller than he is, the bright, controlled, blonde woman, and their three children, who pile puppylike out of the car and run shrieking into the house. There’s always much chaos when the family is around, but something about the energy is catching, too. Dr. Oglethorpe sometimes finds herself humming when the little ones are around the site, and she is distinctly not in the habit of such things.

Perhaps to the other residents of Meadow Close, things at number six progress quickly. Popping in and out as they do, seeing the house mostly in pale or waning light on the way to or from the car - perhaps they imagine it like a flip book. Dr. Oglethorpe, on the other hand, is surprised when she goes out with her trowel and her sunhat one morning and finds that she has an actual house across the street from her. After much sampling and flicking around of paint, Peggy and Steve chose a rich green for the main body of the house, although there were plenty of Victorian frills and finishings to which everyone has added accent colors. Dr. Oglethorpe can pick out yellow, rose, and beige, and while one might be forgiven for wondering if it might look haphazard with so many people chipping in, it actually looks quite well done, at least from a distance. Dr. Oglethorpe chalks this up to Peggy standing outside with a plan in hand and directing the whole lot of them.

There are a few days where the house just rests on its own, and Dr. Oglethorpe thinks that she should take advantage of the respite before Steve and Peggy officially move in. She reads the New York Times in full the way she has every day since she married in 1960. She does the crossword completely, in pen, and makes a grocery list for when she does her shopping tomorrow. She goes out to the garden, as always. But it is all too quiet. She ends up bringing out a portable radio and tuning it to the classical station. She knows that listening to music is good for the plants; so interesting that she hadn’t tried this years ago.

Peggy and Steve move their furniture in on a Friday. Dr. Oglethorpe watches it come out of the truck, much of it in Steve’s apparently extremely strong arms, though Peggy certainly carries her share as well. They’ve chosen solid pieces, vintage, she supposes one calls it these days, although Dr. Oglethorpe prefers to just think of it as classic and well-constructed. They have everything inside by the afternoon, and presumably are arranging things until fairly late; the house is lit up, but the newly installed windows make it hard to hear the scrapings of furniture or the conversation of her new neighbors.

Saturday morning, Dr. Oglethorpe rises at 7:30, her weekend wakeup time, and knows that she will have to bake something. She takes down the old recipe book and finds the instructions for a coffee cake. It is out of the oven by 9, but she leaves it to rest until 10 because she isn’t certain how late young people sleep these days. But surely any later than that would be absurd...

At 10:05, Dr. Oglethorpe, dressed in a blouse and skirt, climbs the steps at number six for the first time and rings the doorbell. It has a pleasant chime, and she’s glad it worked out; she heard someone cursing a blue streak for an entire afternoon while fiddling with the wiring.

“Good morning,” says Dr. Oglethorpe when Peggy comes to the door looking fresh in a silky T-shirt and jeans. Despite the modern clothing, she looks not like the image on the cover of a grocery store checkout magazine, but like the composed, inviting, friendly women in the catalogs of the 1950s. “I’m Dr. Oglethorpe. I suppose we’re neighbors now.”

“Peggy Carter,” says Peggy, and Dr. Oglethorpe tries to arrange her face into polite interest, as if this is new information. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

Dr. Oglethorpe hefts up her cargo, presenting the cake for inspection. ““Likewise. I’ve brought a cake, to welcome you to the street.”

“How kind.” Peggy takes the cake with care. Dr. Oglethorpe is proud of the way the cinnamon wafts enticingly through the air. Peggy glances over her shoulder. “Perhaps I could wait to serve it? We’re having a housewarming tomorrow, and you would be welcome to come meet my husband and our friends. It could also serve as a bit of an apology for the mess we’ve been making over the past few months.”

“How kind,” Dr. Oglethorpe echoes, hitching her handbag strap over her shoulder. “But I really couldn’t intrude.” She doesn’t mention that she hasn’t eaten sweets since her husband, Dr. Martin Oglethorpe, DMD, (please feel free to call him Marty, everyone did) who was the baker between them, passed away. Instead, she backs off the porch quickly, before Peggy can protest. “Enjoy the cake.”

Returned to her own familiar kitchen, Dr. Oglethorpe replays the interaction. She has been watching Peggy for all these months, and she didn’t know until just now that she has a warm, full smile, and a glint in her eye that reminds Dr. Oglethorpe of sneaking out at night, giggling, with her sister Laurel.

It is obvious when the time for the housewarming approaches. The now-familiar cars pull up, dispelling the now-familiar cast of regulars, along with some new faces. Steve or Peggy pulls open the door for each new arrival, and a cheer goes up from inside the house every time.

Around the three, as Steve comes out of the house, calling over his shoulder back through the front door before getting into the car and driving off, Dr. Oglethorpe walks into the garden. She’s elected to take advantage of the slightly cooler weather now that the sun has started to move from the top of the sky. She checks her irrigation system carefully, and looks over the last of her summer vegetables to make sure that they haven’t been revisited by bugs.

Everything looks fine, but she notices that her flower beds are getting a bit bedraggled and decides to go get her shears to do some deadheading.

Dr. Oglethorpe is, as might be expected, extremely familiar with her lawn. But sometimes an animal, not realizing that it is trespassing in her domain, will make some unexpected changes.

The burrow catches her by such surprise that she falls before she can even feel startled, but by the time she is on the ground, she’s quite aware of the pain. For a moment, she regrets not having one of those emergency call buttons that her daughter Joan (Dr. Oglethorpe hasn’t been allowed to call her Joanie in years) recommends when she makes her monthly call from Columbus, or at least a cellular phone.

She is looking around, trying to find something to support her so she can make her way into the house and call for medical attention, when she hears a voice say, “Hello?”

Her immediate instinct is to stay very quiet and hope that the person goes away. But then she remembers that some assistance would actually be, for once, appreciated. “Hello,” she calls back, trying to sound firm about it.

A moment later, Steve finds his way up her front path and around her bushes. He has a large bag of ice in one arm.

“Sorry to intrude, but my wife sent me out on an errand,” he says, gesturing to the bag, “and I just drove back up and thought I heard a sound.”

Dr. Oglethorpe hadn’t thought that she had made much of a sound (she fell on grass, and she is a fairly light person) but it’s convenient all the same. “Yes,” she says. “I just had a bit of a tumble. If you wouldn’t mind helping me up, I’ll go in the house and call emergency services.”

“Oh.” Steve looks troubled. “Can I wait with you until they come? I heard on the radio that there was some kind of accident on the highway, and I think the ambulances might be a little tied up, so it could be a while.” He brightens. “Or you could come wait with us across the street. There are plenty of people, and now plenty of ice.”

His smile is very charming, but Dr. Oglethorpe has remained unswayed by even better ones. (Perhaps not, but it sounds good. Up close he is both very attractive and increasingly familiar, although she can’t quite place from where...)

Aiming for calm conviction, she says, “Thank you for the offer, but if you’ll just give a hand, I think I’ll be fine.”

Though looking troubled again, Steve continues balancing the sack of ice in one hand and manages to politely but firmly wrap an arm around her waist and pull her to her feet. She sways for a moment, leaning on him more than she expected to, but then regains her balance and gives a nod to indicate that they can start to move across the grass.

He is very careful to skirt her various plants, which she appreciates. After a moment, he says, “I’m sorry if I didn’t introduce myself before, Dr. Oglethorpe. I’m Steve. Steve Rogers. I think you met my wife Peggy this morning.”

“Oh yes.” Dr. Oglethorpe says it as if she meets pretty new women with glints in their eyes all the time. “She seems nice.”

“Better than I deserve,” he says, and unlike so many men Dr. Oglethorpe has met in her time, including her son-in-law, he sounds as if he means it. “There was a while—years, actually—when I didn’t think we’d get to have any of this.” There’s something distant and haunted lurking in his tone. Then he shakes his head to chase it away and finishes, “I know just how lucky I am to be her husband.”

They’re moving slowly - Dr. Oglethorpe wasn’t very good at hopping when she was a spry young thing, and now each new jump requires a gathering of energy and a slight jarring of her ever more fragile bones - and Steve seems as if he wants to simply carry her, but she stares determinedly forward and continues.

“Your garden is amazing,” he says after a few moments. “How long have you had it?”

“Marty— Martin— My husband and I moved to the street in 1962, just after they’d completed our house. Yours was already there, of course,” she adds. “It’s historic; they couldn’t tear it down, so they built the street around it instead. Anyway, I knew that I wanted a garden, so I started with just some simple local flowers and a few vegetables, and continued from there.”

“Did you grow up with a garden?”

“Oh.” This is more small talk than she was expecting. “In a manner of speaking. I was a child during the war, the Second World War, and it was recommended that every family start growing their own produce.”

“Sure,” he says with a nod. “Victory gardens.”

“Are you a student of history?”

“You could say that.” She notices for the first time a bit of a glint like the one in Peggy’s eyes.

She shakes her head and continues, leaning on him more heavily as they switch from the grass to the less forgiving stone of the path. “I grew up in the city so we only had a little patch in front of my house, and a few window boxes, but looking after them came to be my favorite chore. Of course,” she says, eager that he be clear about this, “growing your own food was never as important in this country as it was in other places.” Her mother’s family had been English, and her father still had cousins in Holland, and the stories that they told, even years after the war, about rationing and grass soup and children making themselves sick on rich food after VE Day, had been dreadful. “But every little bit helped, and I became quite proud of the things I’d grown.”

“The flowers are also beautiful,” he says, gesturing with the hand encumbered by the ice, which is now beginning to drip down his arm. “We finished up the house pretty nicely, but I’ve been thinking about the landscaping. Peggy - my wife—” She likes the way he smiles a bit every time he says the words. “I think she’d like some roses, maybe on either side of the porch steps. If you have any advice, I’d appreciate it.”

“I’d certainly be glad to help.” She begins to think about whether any of her varietals would be good candidates for cutting and replanting.

They are at the front steps now. Steve says, “Are you sure that I can’t sit with you? Just until the ambulance gets here?”

She is so close to her own house that if she balanced correctly, she could reach out and turn the doorknob right now. She could likely bring herself inside and handle everything on her own, without this man she’s only just met, although she knows so much about him already. But her house will be so quiet and Joanie isn’t scheduled to call until next week, so instead she says, “Well, I wouldn’t want to take you away from your party, but I might appreciate some company.”

“I think I have a compromise, then.”

Moments later, after Steve has supported her down her front path, across the cul-de-sac, up his own walkway and front steps, he opens the door and calls, “Peg?”

Peggy breaks away from a conversation and comes over to the doorway. “I was wondering what happened to you. I wouldn’t put it past you to get into a situation at the convenience store.”

“The situation was a bit more local, I’m afraid,” Dr. Oglethorpe says dryly, extending her ankle as delicately as she can. It’s swollen and beginning to bruise quite spectacularly.

“Well, we can certainly help with that,” Peggy says. There’s a distinct air about her as if she’d say the same thing if someone had arrived on her doorstep with a bucket of nuclear waste or a grenade with the pin out. She opens the door wider and Steve makes himself small so they can both fit inside without jarring anything.

She’d never been inside the original house - the couple who’d last lived there, back in the eighties, had been flighty and barely stayed there a year before they ran out of money and left the house to molder in care of the bank - but what Steve and Peggy have done is marvelous. The big windows let in the remaining sun, lighting up the polished wood floors and the banister of the staircase which leads majestically upward. The large living room to the left and the dining room to the right are filled with chattering people and trays of food.

“Shove over,” Peggy says politely to a man seated in one of the living room armchairs. “We need the chair.” Dr. Oglethorpe realizes with a start that it is the shaggy-haired man, cleaned and pressed for the occasion.

“I’m so sorry,” she says automatically, keeping hold of Peggy’s arm. She can’t quite remember when she was moved from Steve’s charge into Peggy’s. “What a nuisance.”

“He can be quite a nuisance himself,” Peggy assures her, and the man smiles as they settle Dr. Oglethorpe into the chair. “Bucky, this is Dr. Oglethorpe. She lives across the street.”

Dr. Oglethorpe shakes his hand, barely noticing the strange prosthesis on full display as she finally puts a name to the person she’s known for months now. She looks around the party and realizes how familiar these people are, these people who have put in time and muscle and love into making a home for Steve and Peggy. There’s the redhead who fixed nearly the whole porch on her own and keeps glancing at it with satisfaction, and the black man who patiently climbed up and down a ladder over the course of several days, moving it incrementally around the house as Peggy pointed out areas where the paint needed to be fixed. Standing far across the room, telling an animated story, is the father of the three children, who made all the lights work after an electrical fiasco. (He, too, looks somehow familiar. Is he perhaps a television personality? She doesn’t watch with any frequency, and can’t see very well regardless, so she can’t be sure.)

Steve walks back into the room holding a phone, and some of his less melted ice in a bag covered in a towel. As he comes to hand it to her, he says, “I just called the ambulance, Dr. Oglethorpe, but like I said, they might be a while,” and she rests her palm on his wrist. “Please, call me Valerie,” she tells him. “We are neighbors, after all.”

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The Top 15 Most Shameless Moments

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If you missed Shameless last year, there is no reason to worry. A cast member or two will be ready at the top of Dec. 6’s premiere to curse you for being the spoiled suburban princess that you are.

But as enjoyable as every season of irrepressible Gallagher behavior can be, there’s little denying that each year features something so Shameless that it dwarfs the rest of the bad behavior that came before it. These are moments that are so crass in their unapologetic depravity that they transcend being more broken furniture on the South Side, and instead become a true work of Gallagher (or Milkovich) art. There are quite a few of these Gallagher-ups, but we’ve boiled it down to the 15 essentials ahead of the final season.

15. The Time When Karen Jackson Finally Became “Daddy’s Girl”….

Karen is a very difficult character to like. While undoubtedly sympathetic because of her upbringing at the hands of a Catholic hypocrite and a love-smothering agoraphobe, she is also a girl who messed with Lip’s head three-ways to Sunday and would rather feed her special needs kid to the system than let her mother raise him.

However, her earliest sign of wrathful vengeance is also one that is totally justified, and a subversively hilarious bit from Season 1. When her dad slut shames her in front of the local church community after she confesses to her (admittedly many) lustful sins, she gets back at him and then some. She dyes her hair, she gets facial piercings… and she seduces (or rapes) a very drunk, defenseless Frank Gallagher before sending daddy the viral video at work.

It is sick, underhanded, and somehow a completely cathartic moment of television. Frank’s inebriated actions with the 16-year-old daughter of his girlfriend on the other hand… At least, Karen finally reconciled with her dad when she defecated on his tombstone.

14. The Time When Hurricane Monica Swept up Baby Liam….

Looking back, there are a lot of instances where tiny baby Liam was used as a prop for mean-spirited Shameless writing. Yet one of the cruelest abuses came at the hand of his own mother. All of season 1 felt like Fiona, Lip, and Ian trying to keep their heads above water with their younger, more innocent siblings watching as helplessly as their drunken, deadbeat dad. It ultimately raised the question: where is their mother and why is she gone?

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Well, after two hours with Hurricane Monica, every viewer knew that it’d have been better if she had never returned. At first, Monica is always smiles and lollipops for the kids she abandoned, even more thoroughly than Frank who at least wanders past the old homestead for drug money every couple of weeks.

However, she makes her intentions clear when she attempts to take Liam as her only child to be raised with the new lesbian truck driving “love of her life.” It is a quiet admission that she screwed up royally raising her other kids, so she’d rather just start from scratch with Liam, a new life to destroy while ignoring the rest of the blood of her blood. It is a horrifically callous thing to do to one’s own kids, and probably a fate even more horrible for Liam, who despite his troubles in Season 4, never ended up in the crack den that Monica would.

13. Hurricane Monica Attempts Suicide for Thanksgiving

A sadder moment of shamelessness, this, Monica upsets what was an otherwise happy Thanksgiving at the end of season 2. While no turkey had been carved, there was plenty of bald eagle (courtesy of Carl), and good cheer going around between the whole clan, including a reunited Fionna and Simmy (Steve/Jimmy).

It does not last though when Monica, suffering another bout of depression due to her Bipolar disorder, goes into the kitchen and decides to carve her own arm. There is something definitely depressing about her not being able to handle moments of happiness. But it’s also dispiriting the whole family can’t even have a Thanksgiving without at least one Gallagher going to the hospital. Happy holidays, folks.

12. The Time When Frank Traded Liam In For a Gambling Debt…

This could just be a list of Frank’s 15 most shameless moments, because here is a man who never met a good decision that he didn’t puke at the sight of before running in the other direction with a cackle. In truth though, it wasn’t entirely Frank’s fault that Liam became leverage for his gambling debt after he challenged (with more than a hint of racism) a fellow Alibi bar patron that he couldn’t stay conscious through two taser blasts (spoiler alert: he did). So Frank took Liam without permission from his more responsible kids as a panhandling prop to gather the $10,000 due.

And when the drug dealing shark came to collect, and then kidnapped his son as collateral, Frank not only ignored them taking Liam but shrugged it off without telling Fiona, Lip, or anyone that could take responsibility. Nope, Frank just shrugged off his son’s kidnapping, proving once again that he is God’s perfect asshole.

11. The Time When Fiona Slept with Her Boyfriend/Boss’s Brother…Twice (or more)…

Emmy Rosusm‘s Fiona committed spectacular career and relationship suicide when she let lovably bland Mike’s older, drug-addicted brother tap into her own addiction for sex with complete morons. Robbie is the kind of guy who will do cocaine tomorrow and, well past 30, ask his parents to flip for his spa rehab treatment tomorrow. In short he’s the perfect target for Fi to blow things with Mr. Vanilla, who wanted to do stuff like take her out to dinner for her birthday or have a phone chat every night.

Mike isn’t for Fiona, but talk about throwing the race to get past the poverty line right at the photo finish. When Robbie calls Fi an addict for sex, excitement, and all other momentary vices, she begrudgingly believes him. Sadly, it sets up a far less characteristic screw-up involving cocaine and Liam that is less shameless and more tragic…

10. The Time When the Milkoviches Dug a Grave in the Mary Kay Letourneau Stand-In’s Front Yard…

That is one way to get rid of the competition! When Lip Gallagher discovered that a child predator lived in the neighborhood, he set up one of Shameless’ best gags by gathering an eclectic posse of otherwise isolated factions to kick this guy’s ass. Except it wasn’t a guy, it was a hot 20-something blonde teacher who likes them young. Real young. Lip still wanted her ass, but in a very different way. After erstwhile-girlfriend Mandy Milkovich figures out what’s going on, she gathers Mickey and her other brothers to handle things the Milkovich way—a style far beyond those Gallaghers pansies.

When Miss Thing opens her door one chilly evening, she meets a chipper Mandy, smiling as the big bros are four feet deep in a freshly dug hole in the garden. Mandy gives her a choice: she can pack all the things she can in the next 15 minutes and go, or wait for the Milkoviches to reach the magic number of six feet and go in the hole. As Mandy grins at one less predator in Chicago fleeing into the midnight darkness, anyone could tell that Mandy was more than a little disappointed she couldn’t fill the hole with more than a threat; luckily, her brothers had some other poor faceless schmo ready to go. Never waste a perfectly good grave, especially in soil that soft!

9. The Time Debbie Gallagher Got Pregnant to Keep a Guy

Debbie Gallagher had a rough childhood. Fiona did her best as the older sister trying to also play den mother, but she really couldn’t give Debbie the type of attention she needed, or the family life she craved. And crave it, she did. So much so that when she became a teenager and faced the prospect of a life outside the Gallagher house, she decided she might make one of her own, immediately, especially if it could “trap” a guy.

So in season 5, she makes the conscious choice to lie about “being on the pill” when she has sex with Derek at the age of 16. And upon getting pregnant, she thinks she will be able to keep the boy and have Fiona to help raise it while she finishes school. Instead Fi tries to force her into an abortion, which is its own thorny issue, but then so is Debs keeping the baby she thinks will earn her the family life she always craved. Instead Franny puts her on the path of dropping out of high school and having a responsibility she just as often tries to shirk as take seriously.

8. The Time When Debbie Saved the House…by Accusing Cousin Patrick of Molestation

Oh, they grow up so fast, don’t they? When the series started Debs was the loving younger Gallagher sister who only wanted Frank to spend more time in the house, and maybe to have a Great Aunt Ginger around to bake them cookies (more on her later). But like her older siblings, she has to grow up eventually. For this family that means realizing that:

a) Frank is useless piece of shit.

b) Monica’s probably worse as the emotional hand grenade with the pin always falling out.

c) The only way the Gallaghers will ever get ahead is if someone else is going down hard.

Luckily, she learned that last bit at the exact right moment when she almost sent Cousin Patrick away for probably 10 to 15. Patrick had proven to be as big a Gallagher as the rest of the family when he wrote his cousins’ house in his name on a forged will that supposedly belonged to Great Aunt Ginger. So when the body was finally exhumed and the last social security check had been cashed, he was ready to evict his own cousins to make a little extra on the side. But when Debbie discovered her voice in front of the evicting cops, it seemed like Cousin Patrick also wanted a little more on the side. The kind of side that would end with a shiv tip in prison.

When faced with those kind of charges, the Gallaghers kept their house with a diminished rent check of only a few hundred dollars a month, and Debbie earned her first ounce of seniority respect as a force to be reckoned with from Fiona and Lip. It was only the beginning.

7. The Time Frank Tries to Ruin Fiona’s Wedding/His Kids… Try to Kill Him?

Technically what Frank Gallagher did on the day of his daughter’s wedding saved her a lot of pain. He’d discovered her husband-to-be Sean (Dermott Mulroney) was an addict who’d relapsed and was still going to marry her. She was entering a marriage under false pretenses, and Frank would in his own way stop the heartache. Of course that isn’t why Frank did it. He was simply pissed and snotty about his daughter refusing to let him give her away.

So he spied on Sean looking for anything he could latch onto would ruin Fiona’s big day. And boy did he found it. He intervened not as a concerned father but as a vengeful bratty child who wanted to inflict the maximum amount of embarrassment and shame on his daughter. And that he did, humiliating her in front of all their friends and family.

Ergo his children tried something they’d never attempted before: Throwing papa from a bridge. Did they think the fall would kill him? They certainly had to be aware it was a possibility, particularly on a cold Chicago morning. Frankly, my dear, I don’t think they gave a damn. Pity he survived.

6. The Time When Sheila is coaxed into Killing Frank’s Mother…

Death is part of the circle of life. And if that life is as rotten as Gammy Gallagher’s was, then we might be ready to close that circle early. Unlike her kicking and screaming son in Season 4, Grammy not only welcomed a shuffle off this mortal coil, she longed for it. And she found the perfect instrument to end her cancerous suffering in the guise of Sheila Jackson, the sweetly endearing neighborhood fool.

Sure, Grammy and Sheila got off to a rough start with accusations of one being a crude, rude, monster mother, and the other being a homebody vampire, but the two found an understanding when Sheila became Grammy’s nurse in Frank’s absence.

Grammy even convinced Sheila that part of those nursing duties included kindly smothering her into the afterlife. That is one way to make an exit, and Sheila actually thinks she is doing God’s work! It is a moment that is equal parts tender, horrifying, and laughable. In short, it is pure Shameless.

5. The Time When the Gallaghers Kidnap “Aunt Ginger” From Veronica’s Nursing Home…

The good thing about Alzheimer’s patients is they can keep some damn big secrets: like being kidnapped or dressed as a long dead Ginger Gallagher. To rewind for a moment, Great Aunt Ginger was one of the hardest working Gallaghers the family has ever known. She practically turned her preferred street corner into her own place of kneeling. But by the time she died, she had reached the golden age of Social Security checks.

So without telling anyone, Frank Gallagher buried her in the backyard and collected her SS money for over a decade. Now whether he told everyone else that she moved to Michigan because he knew her passing would break their hearts or because he wanted to keep the money for his booze is a mystery left completely solved by common sense. Nevertheless, when the federal government finally caught on something fishy was happening, the beans are spilled and the Gallaghers have to scramble to find a new “Great Aunt Ginger” or face child services.

Enter New Great Aunt Ginger, compliments of Veronica’s nursing home for the severely forgetful. It is hard to tell what is sadder, that the day the Gallaghers spend taking “holiday” pictures for a lifetime with the new Ginger went by as a real day of family activity for the confused woman… or that this was the first time Debbie felt like she had a maternal figure to latch onto. It is a twisted warm and fuzzy resolution to this early, infamous Shameless supblot.

4. The Time When Mandy Facilitated Karen’s “Accident”….

For the Milkovich family, nothing says love like an attempted murder. So Mandy must have really loved Lip, because she did it twice. The first time was a (possibly) idle threat to the inappropriate teacher, but there was nothing idle about Mandy’s methodical destruction of Karen’s life.

To be clear, Karen is not a good person. In the scene leading up to her accident, Sheila takes responsibility for her daughter turning out as such a repugnant human being, and the pain of the sequence is that there is some truth in it. But whatever Karen or Sheila’s failings, it does not excuse what comes next.

Karen receives a text from Lip, promising to make amends for the mean things he last said to her if she meets him in the park. But instead of finding Lip’s proverbial mouth, she ends up kissing an SUV’s metallic grill when it plows into her going at least 40 mph. Sure, Karen lives, but she is now as mentally gone as her special needs child, Hymie.

Mentally handicapped for life, Karen’s story is done, ending in a way more broken than any Gallagher’s has so far experienced. What Mandy did is incredibly evil: stealing a phone and setting a trap that she had hours to contemplate. Karen was bad for Lip, but Mandy did something rare even for a show like Shameless: she crossed a line.

3. Frank Calls DCFS on His Kids

Another line was crossed in the third season, and it revealed the true awfulness of Frank’s parenting skills. To be fair, we’d known about “Father” Frank since he punched Ian in the face in the series premiere. Plus, there is that time he used Liam as collateral listed above. However, at least the latter moment was written with a tongue-in-cheek, as the show never doubted Fiona and Lip would get the lad back.

What was done without an ounce of humor is the time Frank threw a pity party for himself and then called DCFS on his own kids. Why? Because they kicked him out of the house after he acted the belligerent drunk for the millionth time. So, nursing his wounds at the Alibi, he decides to show the ingrates by calling Child Services on them, revealing his kin are living without parental supervision. The act of pathetic revenge nearly loses all of Frank’s children to the foster care system, with Fiona spends the whole season fighting desperately to keep the kids… and consigning her future to the trash heap as a result.

Frank should’ve gone off that bridge much sooner.

2. The Time When Frank Pretends to Be a Boyfriend to His Estranged Daughter…

When diagnosed with cancer, most people would do anything to survive the harrowing fight. But Frank isn’t most people, as he does them all one better: he tracks down his eldest daughter, who he has never met before, and pretends to be a straight-edged Good Samaritan looking for a date. Clearly Sammi has daddy issues when she looks at Frank as a suitor and is willing to give him a slice of her liver after two dates.

To Frank’s credit, he never seems into kissing his daughter, making out with his daughter, seeing his daughter in her underwear, or apparently grinding on his daughter off-screen. But he still does it all. It is quite honestly one of the most disgusting, deplorable, and instantly iconic Frank storylines in all of Shameless. Miraculously, Sammi stays by Frank’s side as a daughter when the truth comes flooding out. Some viewers may condemn her, but how many of us still watch after seeing the other crap he’s gotten up to? In fact, this isn’t even his most outrageous medical scam…

1. The Time When Frank Lied About Dottie’s Transplant and then Broke Her Heart…

Yes, the most lowdown, brazen, and high-handed action came early in season 2 in a moment that feels like it was (almost) paid back by the universe’s karma in season 4. It’s the time when Frank knew about Dottie’s heart transplant… and then still banged her to death. Literally. Frank found out that “butterface” Dottie, the Alibi’s former good-time girl who worked for the city, is quickly dying and is in need of a heart transplant. The likelihood of her surviving this is so low that Frank is willing to marry her and knowingly “light a candle for you everyday.”

What he really wants is to be placed in her will for all that government pension money. He doesn’t even have to sleep with her, because the act of making love will kill her barely-operating heart. So when bride-to-be Dottie is in the shower, Frank is the only one to hear her get the call: she has won the medical lottery and is going to get a heart transplant! Except, she’s already dead. At least that is what Frank tells the hospital before hanging up.

And it was all for naught. Dottie ended up giving her money to the estranged adult daughter she barely knew, leaving Frank with nothing. Frank’s only consolation prize is that she is sick of waiting for a heart that will never come (Frank made sure of that), and she requests that he screws the life out of her, which he does with aplomb.

He didn’t let her know about a heart transplant for money that he’d never see, and he still sleeps with her, knowing full well that this will be how she dies. Frank killed Dottie and won’t even light a candle at the church without stealing some donation money. It does not get more Shameless than that.

Editor’s Note: The original version of this article was published on January 11, 2015.

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Yeeeeah... I sort of get it now.

So a few posts ago I lamented how ass the atheist “community” on YouTube has become and expressed that I’m largely siding with Steve Shives on this issue. However, in that post I also expressed that I find Steve to be a bit block happy. And I still find that to be true in some cases, but I’ve gotten some new insight into the situation through the simple act of leaving a few comments on his videos. I sort of get the very heavy moderation now.

I’ve left maybe three or four comments, none of which have been blocked. They’ve not been particularly controversial, I think the angriest thing I did was calling Trump a disgrace and saying no one is obligated to give Nazis a platform though I don’t favour banning them from expressing their ideas. Garden variety shit that no one in Finland other than the fringe of the Finns Party would bat an eye at. And the amount of abusive replies has been UNREAL. Since the comment section is moderated they don’t actually show up under my comment, but I can read them through my notifications, and it’s an absolute clusterfuck of up to 30 pissed off alt-righters per comment calling me every name in the book and just contributing nothing but abuse to the conversation. Here’s just a sample of their “feedback”:

I’m a “dick eating fggt” and a cuck and Steve is my cuckmaster, whatever that is.

I’m commie scum and a weak pathetic pansy.

I’m “regressive”, by which I assume he means part of the “regressive left”, which appears to be their new buzz term and apparently applies to anyone who is not a Nazi and/or a rampant anti-feminist.

I’m a sycophant

I’m a fucking imbecile who needs to look in the mirror and ask myself to be honest

Am I an idiot? (Don’t worry, the question was rhetorical)

If I punch someone because of their ideals, this commenter will put a bullet through the back of my head and it will be legal. This one is especially funny, since I literally said i have a problem with the punching thing. Also, how fucked up are your laws if you can shoot someone for punching someone, because that would never be allowed here.

I’m ret*rded

I’m a dumb cunt

I’m a dumbass

I’m the disgrace, not Trump

I’m probably as ugly in real life as I am in my profile picture (which, I mean yeah, but I think that pic is pretty dope. I lack the cat ears in real life though.)

So, if we are to assume that every comment on Steve’s videos that even somewhat agrees with him gets this treatment, I see why he moderates it. There are only a tiny little slew of actual arguments I managed to fish out from the sea of replies I got, out of which the only rational one was a legitimate question about my thoughts on Steve’s moderation tactics. Which, if said person would happen to read this, I have my qualms with since there is the risk of an echo chamber and sometimes a legitimate question like yours might get caught in the moderation net, but I also now know that the comment section would be an abuse free-for-all without moderation. So I can’t really say. Legally I have no problems with it, no one’s freedom of speech is violated by a private person blocking you from their comment section. Anyway, the rest of the arguments in the “feedback” have been of this caliber:

I apparently think I personally should have the authority to decide who universities invite to speak, or alternatively I think some other ominous force (by which I assume they mean the government) should have that authority. Which I never said, and for the record, I think universities can invite whomever they please, but I don’t think they’re OBLIGATED to invite someone like Milo whats-his-face. I also think it’s shit PR for them to do so and they shouldn’t be surprised if people get pissed off about it.

I supposedly can’t name a thing Milo whats-his-face has said that’s racist, homophobic or violent. Not only was this completely irrelevant to my comments, but it really doesn’t take even five minutes on Google to find that. Let’s start with “I hate lesbians” and go from there.

Richard Spencer is not a Nazi, because he has never said that he is. Oh, I didn’t realize that’s how we define it now.

Sooo yeah. That comment section is a mess, and I’m pretty sure one of the big reasons for that is that these big mammoth atheist channels still keep making videos about a channel that’s just a crumb compared to them and sending their lynch mobs there to troll. It’s disappointing, really, and you’d think grown men would have better shit to do, but I guess yelling at imaginary threats is what “rational skeptics” do now. Too bad.

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Dec. 19, 2018: Obituaries

Jill McDowell, 66

Mrs. Jill Steed McDowell, age 66 of Millers Creek passed away Sunday, December 16, 2018 at Westwood Hills Nursing and Rehab.

Funeral services will be held 11:00 AM Wednesday, December 19, 2018 at Reins-Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Jamie McGuire officiating. Burial will be in Mountainview Memorial Gardens on Old Camp Road in Denton, NC. .

Mrs. McDowell was born May 30, 1952 in Denton to Roland Loftin and Erlene Varner Steed. She was a member of Purlear Baptist Church with the Van Ministry kids outreach, loved kids at church and worked at Walmart for 18 years as a Pharmacy Tech and as a self-check host.

She was preceded in death by her parents.

She is survived by one sister; Kitty Gallimore and husband Ralph of Denton, three brothers; David Steed and wife Lois of Myrtle Beach, SC, Ronnie Steed and wife Susan, Eddie Steed all of Denton, two step-daughters; Debra Barnes, Jo B. Ponds both of Salisbury, step-son; James M. Barnes of Salisbury, eight nieces and nephews and her loving fur babies; Thelma and Louise.

The family would like to express their extreme appreciation to her close friends and caregivers that were by her side during her battle with cancer; Jane, Kenneth and family, Sharyn, Brenda, Mt. Valley Hospice and Westwood Hills Nursing and Rehab.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Mtn. Valley Hospice, 401 Technology Lane, Suite 200, Mt. Airy, NC 27030.

Betty Staley, 76

Mrs. Betty Jo Byrd Staley, age 76 of North Wilkesboro passed away Saturday, December 15, 2018 at her home surrounded by her loving family.

Funeral services will be held 3:00 PM Wednesday, December 19, 2018 at Welcome Home Baptist Church with Rev. Lyn Lambert, Rev. Ronnie Gregory, Rev. Richard Whittington and Rev. Robert Duncan officiating. Burial will be in the church cemetery. The family will receive friends from 1:30 until 2:30 prior to the service at the church.

Mrs. Staley was born January 31, 1942 in Wilkes County to Jessie Monroe and Ola Mae Holder Byrd. She was a member of Welcome Home Baptist Church.

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband; Jerry Wendell Staley and one sister; Carolyn Brenda Byrd.

She is survived by a daughter; Susan Coleman, a son; Randy Staley both of North Wilkesboro, grandson; Jerred Coleman, two sisters; Katherine Comer, Mary Kanupp and husband Ray all of North Wilkesboro, two brothers; Jerry Thomas Byrd of Elkin and Ricky Jesse Byrd and wife Kathy of Millers Creek.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Wake Forest Care at Home Hospice, 126 Executive Drive, Suite 110, Wilkesboro, NC 28697 or Welcome Home Baptist Church Children's Fund, 132 Welcome Home Church Road, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

James Pearson, 86

Mr. James Dewitt "Duck" Pearson, age 86 of Boomer, husband of Jeanette M. Pearson, died Thursday, December 13, 2018 at his home.

Funeral services were held December 18, at Reins-Sturdivant Chapel. Burial was in the Pearson Hill Cemetery.

Mr. Pearson was born April 5, 1932 in Wilkes County to George Washington and Pansy Holder Pearson. He was a member of Sharon Walker Baptist Church and was self-employed as a sawmill operator.

He was preceded in death by his parents; one daughter, Kathy Pearson; two sons, Gary Pearson and Ronnie Pearson; three sisters, Noleen Holder, Pansy Ritch, and Delight Hines; and seven brothers, Joe Pearson, Ron Pearson, Roy Lee Pearson, JC Pearson, Darrell Pearson, Bill Pearson, and Elisha Pearson.

He is survived by his wife, Jeanette M. Pearson, of the home; daughter, Jane Bullis and husband, Mills, of Boomer; one daughter-in-law, Jennifer Pearson; eight grandchildren, Audrey Marsh, Bobby Marsh and wife, Tracy, Jeremy Call and fiancé, Mandi, Chad Call, Jamie Pearson and wife, Shelly, Cindy Dimmette and husband, Brian, Renea Spivey and husband, Sammy, and Danielle Pearson; fifteen great-grandchildren, Jacob Pearson and wife, Brittany, Austin Pearson and wife, Kim, Anthony Brown, Megan Marsh and fiancé, Scottie, Ty Marsh, Kase Call, Gavin Call, Kaitlynn Huffman, Gracelyn Call, Adalyn Call, Joda Pearson, Derick Dimmette, Matthew Hendren, Cami Speaks, and Andrew Denny; four sisters, Mae Hartley, Claudette Eller, Ruth Triplette and husband, Gumbo, and Ollie Cardwell; and one brother, Jim Pearson and wife, Tammy.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials made to Medi-Home Hospice, 115 Atwood Street, Suite C, Sparta NC 28675 or to the Pearson Hill Cemetery Fund, 602 S. Marley Ford Road, c/o Jeanette Pearson, Boomer NC 28606.

Thomas Faw, 92

Thomas Clifford Faw, known to all who loved him as Cliff, joyfully entered eternity on Friday, December 14, 2018 at age 92. He was a lifelong resident of Wilkes County and a member of Calvary Baptist Church for more than sixty-five years, thirty eight of which he served as active deacon. He was a master craftsman at Green Brothers Furniture, retiring after forty years to begin his own upholstery service. Cliff spent a lifetime loving and serving his family, church, and community. His life was a beautiful example of the value of hard work, constancy, integrity, faith, and kindness.

Cliff was preceded in death by his parents, James and Etta Bare Faw, and siblings Geneva Eller, Virginia Deviney, Pritchard Faw, and Mazella Bumgarner.

He is survived by his wife of seventy years, Iris Rae Miller Faw; three children, Gail Leger of Wilkesboro, Jerry Faw (Crystel) of Boomer, and Sandi Gambill (Steve) of Mooresville; eight grandchildren, and six great grandchildren. He is also survived by sisters, Louise Lovingston of Boomer and Vivian Hamby of Ferguson. Cliff will be forever loved by his wife and family including numerous nieces and nephews, extended family, and friends.

A graveside service was held December 16, at Calvary Baptist Church, 1624 Pads Road, Wilkesboro, NC. Memorials may be made to Calvary Baptist Church or to Wake Forest Care at Home Hospice,126 Executive Drive, Suite 110, Wilkesboro, NC 28697. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Marsha Alexander, 57

Ms. Marsha Elaine Alexander, age 57 passed away Tuesday, December 11, 2018 at her home.

Funeral services were held December 16, at First Baptist Church of North Wilkesboro with Rev. John A Speaks officiating. Burial was in Woodlawn Cemetery.

Ms. Alexander was born March 4, 1961 in Wilkes County to Marshall Horton and Bettie Denny Alexander. She earned her Bachelor's Degree from Johnson C. Smith University and her Master's Degree from Appalachian State University. She was employed as a Program Coordinator with TRUE Behavioral Healthcare for high risk youth. Lanie consistently volunteered with various special needs programs including the Special Olympics. She was inducted into the Hall of Fame at Johnson C. Smith University, where she played and coached various sports. Lanie was a member of First Baptist Church of North Wilkesboro Main Street.

She was preceded in death by her parents and a sister; Deborah Wilson.

She is survived by a son; Trae Alexander of Charlotte, four sisters; Marion (Susie) Barber and husband Julius of North Wilkesboro, Mary Wilborn of North Wilkesboro, Denise Alexander and husband Tony of North Wilkesboro and Charlotte Carter and husband Calvin of Yadkinville, two brothers Richard Alexander, Jr. and wife Lillian of Washington, DC and Tony Alexander of Anderson SC and a brother in law; Tony Wilson of VA.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to the American Cancer Society PO Box 9 North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

Warren Dobbins, 51

Mr. Warren Vance Dobbins departed this life on Monday, December 11, 2018 at the age of 51.

Funeral services were held December 17, at Pleasant Hill Baptist Church with Rev. Jamie Ferguson and Rev. Terry Hunt officiating. Burial was in Mtn. Valley Missionary Baptist Church Cemetery.

Mr. Dobbins was born June 19, 1967 in Wilkes County to Barbara Thomas Dobbins Brown and the late Carl Dobbins. He was a graduate of East Wilkes High School where he played football and participated in track. Warren also attended Wilkes Community College. He was a member of Pleasant Hill Baptist Church where he operated their sound system. Motorcycles, working on cars, art, and assisting other people gave him the most pleasure. He also loved dogs.

Rejoicing in his memory is his Mom; Barbara Brown, a sister; Sabrina Dobbins, three nephews; Kevin Dobbins, Phillip Waldrup and Sydne Waldrup, his maternal grandmother; Grace Thomas, numerous aunts, cousins and friends.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Pleasant Hill Baptist Church, 731 Fairplains Road, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

Leslie Sparks, 53

Leslie Neal Sparks, age 53, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Wednesday, December 12, 2018 at his home. He was born February 27, 1965 in Iredell County to Earnest Junior and Shirley Ann Holbrook Sparks. Mr. Sparks was preceded in death by his parents; and two sons, Richard Paul Neal Sparks and Scott Hawkins.

Surviving are his wife, Pamela Sparks, sons, Dakota Barker, Cody Hawkins both of North Wilkesboro, Harvey Wilkins of Boomer, daughters, Starfire Wilkins of Pennsylvania, Angela Sparks of Jonesville, Taneesha Kerhoulas of North Wilkesboro; seventeen grandchildren; brother, Rodney Sparks and wife Denise of North Wilkesboro; niece and care giver, Jamica Sparks and numerous nieces and nephews.

Memorial service will be private. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Helen Adams, 78

Mrs. Helen "Sue" Higgins Adams, age 78, wife of Fred Adams of Wilkesboro passed away Tuesday, December 11, 2018 at Woltz Hospice Home in Dobson.

Funeral services were December 14, at Goshen Baptist Church with Pastor Brian Miller officiating. Burial was in the church cemetery.

Mrs. Adams was born February 14, 1940 in Wilkes County to Richard Billy and Beatrice

Reins Higgins. She was a member of Goshen Baptist Church.

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by a sister; Margie Higgins Campbell and a brother; Bill Higgins.

She is survived by one daughter; Wanda Sparks and husband Roger of Traphill, two sons; James Adams and wife Barbara, Kenneth Adams all of Wilkesboro, two grandchildren; Nicholas Adams and wife Cortney, Kayla Greene and four great grandchildren; Mason Adams, Maddie Adams, Lyndsey Greene and Kaleigh Greene.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Mtn. Valley Hospice, 401 Technology Lane, Suite 200, Mt. Airy, NC 27030.

Mary Cox, 68

Mary Carolyn Cox, 68, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Tuesday, December 11, 2018 at Wake Forest Baptist Medical Center. She was born October 19, 1950 in Ashe County to Jesse Long and Elizabeth Carolyn Halsey Cox. She was a member of Calvary Baptist Church, loved her church, gospel music and singing in the choir. She was preceded in death by her parents, two brothers, Bobby and Billy Cox; and two sisters, Betty Jean and Barbara Ann Cox.

Surviving are her son, Tommy Coffey and wife Mary Doris of Millers Creek; two daughters, Susie Adams and husband William "Bo" of Millers Creek and Brenda Stanley and husband Barry of North Wilkesboro; a sister, Judy Roten of West Jefferson; a brother, Johnny Cox and wife Peggy of Todd; two grandchildren, Kevyn Adams and Cheyenne Adams of Millers Creek; and a great grandson, Luke of Millers Creek.

A celebration of life service was held December 14, at Calvary Baptist Church. Rev. Mark Hall and Rev. Russell Sheets officiated. Burial was in the Church Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Calvary Baptist Church Building Fund, PO Box 1516, Millers Creek, NC 28651. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Curtis Wingler, 89

Curtis Dent Wingler, age 89, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Monday, December 10, 2018 at Rose Glen Manor. He was born May 16, 1929 in Wilkes County to Morgan and Jane Sheets Wingler. Mr. Wingler was a US Navy Veteran. He was preceded in death by his parents; his son, Thomas Wingler; daughter, Mary Knight; and sisters, Virginia Jenkins and Georgia Osborne.

Surviving are several grandchildren and many special friends.

Graveside service with military honors by Veterans of Foreign Wars Honor Guard Post 1142 will be held 11:00 a.m. Wednesday, December 19, 2018 at Mountlawn Memorial Park with Pastor Ronnie Millsaps officiating. Friends and Family can pay respect and view Mr. Wingler from 8:00 until 10:00 a.m. on Wednesday at Miller Funeral Service. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Ida Stone, 89

Ms. Ida Ruth Farrington Stone, 89, of Wilkesboro, passed away Sunday, December 9, 2018 at Curis Rehabilitation of Wilkesboro.

Ida was born November 26, 1929 in Ashe County to the late John and Verdie Faw Farrington.

Including her parents, she was preceded in death by: seven brothers and sisters.

Those left to cherish and honor her memory include: a son, Larry Stone of Wilkesboro; a sister, Bessy Hall of Ashe County; three grandchildren, Joey Stone of Wilkesboro, Matthew Stone of North Wilkesboro, Ashley Ayers of Purlear; two great-children.

The family will conduct a private service at a later date.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to: Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes, PO Box 396, Moravian Falls, NC 28654 to help the family with final expenses.

Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes and cremation services is honored to be serving the Stone Family.

Eulah Huffman, 86

Eulah Ray Huffman, age 86, of Purlear, passed away Saturday, December 8, 2018 at her home. She was born March 31, 1932 in Wilkes County to Turner and Elizabeth Cardwell Huffman. Mrs. Huffman was a member of Boiling Springs Baptist Church where she taught Sunday School for many years and was employed as West Wilkes High School in the cafeteria. She was preceded in death by her parents; brother, Arvel Huffman; and sisters, Eva Brown, Janette Staley and Beulah Staley.

Surviving are her husband, Allie Laverne Huffman; daughter, Vickie Huffman of Purlear and brother, James Huffman of North Wilkesboro.

Private family graveside service will be held. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Paul Bowlin, 79

Paul Dean Bowlin, age 79, of Millers Creek, passed away Friday, December 7, 2018 at his home. Mr. Bowlin was born September 25, 1939 in Wilkes County to Alvin and Dollie Roten Bowlin. He was a member of Union Baptist Church and a switch truck driver for Lowe's Distribution. Mr. Bowlin was preceded in death by his parents; grandson, Roger Dean Day; and sister, Melba Kay Bowlin.

Surviving are his wife, Kay Walker Bowlin; son, Michael Keith Bowlin and wife Joan of Millers Creek; daughters, Lisa Diane Sprinkle of North Wilkesboro, Angela Dawn Day and husband Dale of Millers Creek; five grandchildren, Paul Hall, Dylan Hall, Cody Bowlin, Jasmine Day, Montana Day; sisters, Mary Bowlin of Ronda, Virgie Howie of Taylorsville; great grandchildren, Colton Hall, Ellie Hall, Ayda Hollman.

Funeral service was December 12, at Union Baptist Church with Rev. Julius Blevins and Rev. Steve Faw officiating. Burial followed in the church cemetery. Flowers will be accepted ow memorials may be made to Union Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, 420 Colvard Road, Millers Creek, NC 28651.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Priscilla Corliss,76

Priscilla Alice Corliss, age 76, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Friday, December 7, 2018 with her loving family by her side at Woltz Hospice Home in Dobson, NC. She was born October 9, 1942 in Laconia, New Hampshire to Raymond and Lillian (Couture) Corliss. Priscilla was retired from Belknap County Nursing Home with 25 plus years, where she received the Humanitarian Award. She was preceded in death by her parents.

Surviving are her son, Bruce Faw and wife Robin of North Wilkesboro; daughter, Allison Marcotte and husband Corey of Barrington, New Hampshire; grandchildren, Jacob Faw and Isabella Marcotte; siblings, Raymond Corliss, Jr. and significant other, Deb Henry and Richard Henry, Trish Corliss and Kelly Brough all of Laconia, New Hampshire.

A service will be held in the Spring of 2019 in Laconia, New Hampshire. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Mtn. Valley Hospice, 688 North. Bridge Street, Elkin, NC 28621. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Oma Osborne, 95

Oma Pauline Osborne, age 95, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Thursday, December 6, 2018 at her home. Mrs. Osborne was born March 31, 1923 in Wilkes County to Allen Lawson and Phoebee Eleanor Horne Anderson. Oma was a member of Cricket Baptist Church and enjoyed quilting. She was preceded in death by her parents; brothers, Roy Anderson, A.L. Anderson, Jr.; and sisters, Virginia Williams and Magdaline Welch.

Surviving are her husband, Eugene Garfield Osborne; son, Allen Osborne of North Wilkesboro; daughter, Rebecca Woods of Mulberry; grandchildren, Elton Osborne, Paula Adams and husband Billy, Dana Wingler and husband Nathaniel, Laura Shepherd and husband Shane, Tara Williams; fourteen great grandchildren; and two great great grandchildren.

Funeral service was December 8, at Miller Funeral Chapel with Rev. Steve Smith officiating. Burial was in Mountlawn Memorial Park.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Wake Forest Care at Home Hospice, 126 Executive Drive, Suite 110, Wilkesboro, NC 28697. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements. Online condolences may be made to www.millerfuneralservice.com

Rev. "Bud" Gene Curtis Shepherd, Sr., 90

Rev. "Bud" Gene Curtis Shepherd, Sr., age 90, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Wednesday, December 5, 2018 at his home.

Bud was born April 7, 1928 in Kanawha County, West Virginia to Clarence and Nora Wingler Shepherd. Rev. Shepherd was ordained as a minster June 9, 1956. He helped establish Mulberry Tabernacle in 1956; he was the pastor and assistant pastor from 1956-1962 and again from 1974-1992. He pastored Buck Mountain Tabernacle, Buck Mountain, Virginia from 1957-1960; pastored Blue Ridge Pentecostal Assembly in 1962 and again from 1993-1996. He then helped establish Blue Ridge Tabernacle in McGrady in 1962 and pastored there from 1962 until 1974. Rev. Shepherd helped establish Harvest Time Ministries and Christian Academy, Inc. in North Wilkesboro in August 1996. He was the assistant Pastor at Harvest Time Ministries from 1997 until the present. Bud was Founder of the International Pentecostal Assembly for the Blue Ridge District in 1969; and overseer from 1969 until 1991. In the community, he was a charter member of Mulberry-Fairplains Fire Department for 21 years; served as Chaplain approximately 18 years and as President for several years. He served on the Board of Directors for Mulberry-Fairplains Water Department for 20 years; served on the Board of Directors for Beulah Heights Bible College in Atlanta, Georgia for 22 years and was owner and operator of Bud's Grocery from 1960 until 1973. Rev. Shepherd was preceded in death by his parents; grandson, Ronnie LaPrad; brothers, Thurmond, Bob, Bill and Harley Shepherd; sisters, Nella Byrd and Carrie Taylor.

Surviving are his wife, Margie Key Shepherd; children, Linda Kay LaPrad and husband Steve of North Wilkesboro, Rev. Gene Curtis Shepherd, Jr. and wife Janice of North Wilkesboro; four grandchildren; four great grandchildren.

Funeral service will be held 11:00 a.m. Saturday, December 8, 2018 at Harvest Time Ministries with Rev. Gene Shepherd officiating. Burial will follow in Mountlawn Memorial Park. The family will receive friends at Miller Funeral Service from 6:00 until 8:00 Friday night. Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Harvest Time Christian Academy, 400 Winston Street, Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

Pallbearers will be Mulberry-Fairplains Fire Department Members.

Hester Johnson Warren, 90

On December 3, 2018, Hester Johnson Warren, 90, peacefully transitioned to her Heavenly Home. Hester was born November 2, 1928 in Wilkes County to Smith Parks Johnson and Stella Johnson Johnson. She was one of fourteen brothers and sisters.

Hester was preceded in death by her parents, her husband of 70 years, Paul Eugene Warren, sisters, Dora Martin, Carolyn Sheets, Emily McHargue, Rebecca Dickenson, Fannie Roope and Mable Holloman and brothers, John Johnson, George Johnson and Harrison Johnson.

She leaves to cherish her memory two daughters, Carol Jean Byers and husband Gary, Wanda Triplett and husband Ronnie, one son, John Parks Warren and wife, Mary, three grandchildren, Kimberly Byers Buchanan and husband Clay, Amanda Blackburn and husband Matthew and Lesley Warren and (Jessica), two great-grandchildren, Sophia Grace Buchanan and William Harrison Buchanan of Hickory, NC, one brother, Charlie Johnson and wife Sharon of Knoxville, Tennessee, three sisters, Annie Johnson, Ruth McHargue and Lucille Rhoades of North Wilkesboro, many nieces and nephews and a host of friends.

Hester was a beautiful person with a giving heart. She worked in the cafeteria at Fairplains Elementary School and Mulberry Elementary School for forty three years where she was very concerned that every child had a good lunch. She cared for many children in the Fairplains Community and kept the Nursery at Fairplains Baptist Church for fifty plus years earning her the name "Mama Hester". In 1966, Hester was named "Mother of the Year' by Fairplains Baptist Church. In March, 2016, Hester was recognized by the church (along with Reva McLean) with a dinner and plaque for being a longtime member with Outstanding Service to the Church. She joined Fairplains Baptist Church in 1946. She was very faithful and committed. She sang in the choir, served on the Nursery Committee, the Baptism Committee, the Food Committee, the Decorating Committee and Women on Mission and was always there to serve food and snacks to the children as well as adults every year at Bible School.

Hester baked delicious cakes for all events at the church, birthdays, deaths, showers, weddings and any other special occasions. She shared her cakes and homemade bread with many people all over Wilkes County. She was a very talented person, making crafts, baskets, dolls, jewelry, Easter bunnies and vests. She loved her bead class at the Senior Center where she was working on making Chrismons for the family. She squeezed lots of living out of her ninety years here on earth. Hester was loved by all and will be greatly missed.

Funeral services will be held 2:00 PM Thursday, December 6, 2018 at Fairplains Baptist Church with Rev. David Dyer and Rev. Glenn Dancy officiating. Burial will be in Mt. Lawn Memorial Park. The family will receive friends from 12:30 until 1:45 prior to the service at the church.

The family would like to thank Dr. Jon Thompson and his staff, Dr. Evans and staff , the staff of Wake Forest Baptist Health-Wilkes Medical Center and Wake Forest Care at Home Hospice.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to the American Cancer Society, PO Box 9 North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

Hilda Johnson Hodges, age 73

Hilda Johnson Hodges, age 73, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Saturday, December 1, 2018 at Novant Health Matthews Medical Center. Mrs. Hodges was born October 12, 1945 in Wilkes County to James Howard and Velna Wiles Johnson. She was a member of Christian Home Baptist Church. Mrs. Hodges was preceded in death by her parents; her husband, Robert Delos "Bob" Hodges; and a brother, Bobby Johnson.

Surviving are her son, Robert Keith Hodges and wife Beth of Indian Trail; grandsons, Joel Stephen Hodges and Keith Evan Hodges; sisters, Joyce Hodges and husband Marvin, North Wilkesboro, Gina Nichols of Purlear, Ruth Faw and husband Steve of Millers Creek, Susie Caldwell and husband Venson of Hays.

Memorial service for Hilda and her husband Robert will be held 2:00 p.m. Saturday, December 15, 2018 at Christian Home Baptist Church with Rev. George Crawford and Rev. Chad Hendren officiating. Memorials may be made to Mtn. View Ruritan Club, 5404 Mountain View Road, Hays, NC 28659, to the American Cancer Society, PO Box 9, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659 or to Christian Home Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, 1522 Christian Home Church Road, Traphill, NC 28685. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

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Ogreeda Case Gowan "O.G."

Ogreeda Case Gowan, known to her friends and family as “O. G.”, 81, of Spartanburg, SC, died Friday, November 30, 2018, at Spartanburg Medical Center. Born September 13, 1937, in Great Falls, SC, she was a daughter of the late Hattie Dixon Case and Furman Charles Case. She was married for 52 years to the late Glenn Livingston Gowan, Sr. and together they had two children and three grandchildren. O. G. loved the beach, the sun, playing games and doing puzzles. But most of all, she loved her family and friends. She had a long and successful career in retail where some of her most treasured friendships were made. O. G. adored her children and grandchildren (family) and cherished her friends. A devoted wife, daughter, mother, grandmother, sister, and loyal friend, she will be truly missed by all who loved her. Survivors include her son, Glenn Livingston Gowan, Jr. “Sport” (Cathy) of Spartanburg, SC; daughter, Elizabeth Gowan Borbely “Libba” (Michael) of Jacksonville, FL; sister, Barbara Graham (Mac) of Columbia, SC; and grandchildren, Graham Livingston Gowan, Brittany Helen Borbely, and Brianna Ogreeda Borbely; and three sisters-in-law, Pansy, Judy, and Marlene Case. In addition to her parents and husband, she was predeceased by her three brothers, Raymond, Jackie, and Jerry Case; and one sister, Rosalie Baker Adams. A graveside service will be conducted at 11:00 AM Saturday, December 8, 2018, in Greenlawn Memorial Gardens, 1300 Fernwood-Glendale Rd., Spartanburg, SC 29307, by The Rev. Steve Wise. Visitation will follow at the home of her son and daughter-in-law, Cathy and Sport Gowan. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Mobile Meals Service, PO Box 461, Spartanburg, SC 29304. The family is at the home of Sport Gowan, 309 Matchlock Commons, Spartanburg, SC 29302. Floyd’s North Church Street Chapel from The JF Floyd Mortuary via Spartanburg Funeral

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AN INSIDE LOOK AT THE KNICKS DRAFT WORKOUTS

By Jaymz Clements

INT. MADISON SQUARE GARDEN, NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK

DAY

Inside the Mecca of Basketball are a smattering of people. New York Knicks president of Basketball Operations PHIL JACKSON is courtside with a brand new spiral notepad. He’s searching for a pen.

PHIL: [muttering] Dammit. Where the fuck is my pen? Wait. Did I even bring a pen?

A KNICKS UNDERLING comes running over

KNICKS UNDERLING: [handing Phil a pen] Here you go, boss.

PHIL: Thanks, um… it’s Steve, right?

KNICKS GM & EXECUTIVE VICE PRESIDENT STEVE MILLS: [happily] Yes! Yes it is! And not a problem Mr Jackson.

PHIL: Okay now, on your way.

Mills scurries away and sits two rows back, his eyes never leaving Phil

PHIL: [loudly] Alright…. JEFF!

A harried, pale man gulps and looks over from on the court. He wanders to the sideline

KNICKS COACH, JEFF HORNACEK: Yes Mr. Jackson?

PHIL: That’s enough lip from you, you flop sweating piece of shit. Who have we got up first?

HORNACEK: Uh, Mailk Monk Phil. The six-three freshman out of Kentucky.

PHIL: A freshman? What the fuck are you bringing me freshmen for, Jeff?

HORNACEK: I, uh… he can shoot really well and I just thou

PHIL: Jesus Jeff, I’m fucking with you.

HORNACEK: Haha! Nice one, cap.

PHIL: Shut the fuck up, Jeff.

HORNACEK: Yes sir.

PHIL: And besides, I thought I told you, there’s no way I’m drafting anyone from that cunt Calipari’s team.

HORNACEK: I know, but the kid’s really good; he can handle, he can shoot the lights out, and he’d fit really well next to the big Latvian kid.

PHIL: [puzzled] Who?

HORNACEK: Porzingis?

PHIL: Oh, right…. Sure…. For now

HORNACEK: [surprised] Wha….

PHIL: [interrupting] Fuck up Jeff. Can this kid he play in the triangle?

HORNACEK: That’s what we’re here to find out.

MALIK MONK wanders onto the court and addresses HORNACECK and a still sitting PHIL

MALIK MONK: Good afternoon. It’s a real honour to meet you both. Coach Cal has nothing but the utmost res….

PHIL: Shut up kid; get out there and show me how you run off screens and pass the ball to coach in the high post, there.

MONK: Uh, yes sir.

PHIL watches for two minutes

PHIL: Yeah, now Ima need you to run in this direction… [points left]

MONK: Ok, sir.

PHIL: Now this direction [points right]

MONK: Ok, sir.

PHIL: Remember, the high post is the most important spot in basketball…

MONK: Uh, is it?

PHIL: What did you just say to me?

MONK: It’s just that Coach Cal always said that in the spread motion offe…

PHIL: [yelling] GET THE FUCK OUT MY GYM!

MONK looks around, confused. He’s eventually escorted out by HORNACECK

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15 mins later

HORNACEK approaches a still seated PHIL, who appears to be napping

HORNACEK: Ah. Mr Jackson?

PHIL: [startled] Fucking hell Jeff. Warn a guy, would you?

HORNACEK: Yes sir.

PHIL: [angrily] What the fuck do you want?

HORNACEK: Uh, our next tryout is here.

PHIL: Fuck me. Alright, who’s this one?

HORNACEK: This one is Dennis Smith Jr, six foot two point guard out of North Carolina State.

PHIL: [ looking over at DSj ]How tall?

HORNACEK: Ah, six two.

PHIL: [yelling over to DENNIS SMITH JR] GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY GYM!

HORNACEK: [muttering to himself] Goddammit.

PHIL: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY JEFF?

HORNACEK: Nothing, sir.

PHIL: That’s what I thought.

PHIL looks around the empty Madison Square Garden… spies STEVE MILLS still staring intently at him

PHIL: [muttering] Creepy fucker…. [looking up at HORNACECK] Well… what the fuck are you waiting for? Go get the next one!

HORNACEK: Yes sir. Next up we have Lonzo Ball.

PHIL: Really? The one with the dad?

HORNACEK: Oh Jesus. Not this again.

LONZO BALL bounds up, dead eyes full of nothing

LONZO BALL: Hello Mr Jackson.

PHIL: Where’s your dad?

HORNACEK: Oh shit.

LONZO: He’s just behind m….

LAVAR BALL runs in out of breath, and grabs LONZO back off the court

LAVAR: NO YOU DON’T MOTHERFUCKER.

PHIL: Hey! I like this guy. Who the fuck are you?

LAVAR: I’m the papa of the greatest basketball player you ever saw.

PHIL: [puzzled] You’re Derek Fisher’s dad?

LAVAR: [confused] …Wha..what? No motherfucker, I’m Lavar Ball, and no New York Knicks is ever going to draft my son! [LAVAR puffs out his chest] You select him, we gonna go to Italy, like motherfucking KOBE.

LAVAR leans down to address a still-seated PHIL

LAVAR: [screaming] LAKERS FOR LIFE!!!!

Unperturbed, PHIL eyeballs LAVAR back

PHIL: [ignoring LAVAR] Jeff you flop-sweating sonofabitch, call security.

LAVAR is grabbed by the, er, overzealous MSG security

LAVAR: [yelling as he’s is dragged away] Aww you Knick motherfuckers gon do me like Oak, huh? Lakers for life motherfucker!! YOU AIN’T SHIT PHIL! I’m TWICE the coach you are. NO! FIVE times the coach you are. Ima win 55 rings! And Ima bang Jeannie too.

PHIL: [nodding to himself] I like that guy.

Still seated, PHIL looks around at the sparsely populated gym

PHIL: Jeff, you fucking look like someone put a men’s suit on a 14-year-old. Who’s next?

HORNACEK: [sighing] Ah, Jonathan Isaac. Big, six-eleven swing forward outta Florida State.

JONATHAN ISAAC: It’s an honour to meet you Mr Jackson. I’ve been a huge fan of yours my entire life; my dad used to show me all your Bulls and Lakers game to teach me how to play!

PHIL: [not looking up] What are the parameters of an isosceles triangle?

JONATHAN ISAAC: Ah…. What’s an isosceles triangle?

PHIL: [yelling] GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY GYM.

ISAAC slinks away in shame. PHIL glances behind him and sees STEVE MILLS still staring at him

PHIL: Jesus Christ. …. JEFF!

HORNACEK: [sighing] Yes sir?

PHIL: Who’s next, you Jerry Sloan-loving flex offense pansy? And they better not be shit, or I’ll kick your ass like I did in the ’97 and ’98 finals. You hear?

HORNACEK: [close to tears] ah… ah… a sweet-shooting, seven-foot white fella from Arizona, Lauri Markkanen.

PHIL: What the fuck Jeff?

HORNACEK: Ah, what, sir?

PHIL: We’ve already got one of those. Well. For now.

HORNACEK: [incredulous] WHA…

PHIL: [interrupting] And this one’s got a girl’s name. Get rid of him before he comes in.

As HORNACEK scurries off, PHIL settles in for a nap

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… 15 mins later

HORNACEK approaches a napping PHIL

HORNACEK: [softly] Ah… Phil?

PHIL: [startled] FUCKING HELL JEFF, WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT WARNING A GUY. JESUS H CHRIST YOU CRAGGY-NOSED CARPETBAGGING SONOFABITCH. DO YOU WANT ME TO FIRE YOU AND REPLACE YOU WITH THAT FUCKING DUNCE KURT RAMBIS?

HORNACEK is close to tears. From the other side of the gym KURT RAMBIS gives two thumbs up

PHIL: Right. Who’s next.

HORNACEK: [gulping away a sob] Ah… ah…. It’s the French kid. Point guard, six foot five, Frank Niki…Nikitilini….Nkitilinia? Whatever: I don’t fucken know; you’re gonna just call him Frenchie Frank or something anyway.

PHIL: Frenchie Frank, eh?

FRANK NTILIKINA: Bonjour Monsieur Jackson.

PHIL: Frenchie. What are the parameters of an isosceles triangle?

FRANK NTILIKINA: Ah. The isosceles. My favourite of all the geometric shapes. To answer your query, Mr Jackson, an isosceles triangle must have two sides of equal length, and subsequently two equal angles.

PHIL: Fucking finally! [yelling] JEFF! YOU SPUD-HEADED JOHN STOCKTON BUMCHUM.

HORNACEK: [standing right next to where Phil is sitting] I’m right here sir?

PHIL: [yelling] WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TALKING BACK TO ME YOU LITTLE IOWAN TURD-FARMER?

HORNACEK: Ah, to not to, sir.

PHIL: Damn straight. Anyway. We’re taking the French kid. Now, where’s my weed guy?

HORNACEK: [sighing] I’ll go get Dolan.

[fade to black]

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20 Ways to Keep Deer Out of Your Yard

Sure, they’re pretty to look at, if you’re quick—and quiet enough to catch a glimpse of deer galloping off into the distance.

But set loose in your garden, they will ravage your tender tulips and plump pansies, leaving foliage raggedy and the fruits of your labor plundered. Fortunately, with a little bit of insight into their habits, you can prevent your flowers, bulbs, and vegetables from becoming a free buffet. Use these 20 tips to keep deer out of your garden.

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These range from deer proof plants and home remedies to organic solutions and humane exclusion techniques. Our guide is part of a prevention plan you should put into effect now—even before you’ve spotted the season’s first deer.

1. Don’t over-stock your garden with tasty plants

Photo by Alexandra Bandon

Springtime finds deer at one of their hungriest states: Does are nursing their fawns, and anxious to gain back weight lost during the winter’s freeze, every deer is looking to gorge on high-protein, moisture-rich plants. Think twice about growing large amounts of English ivy, lettuces, beans, peas, hostas, impatients, and pansies. Fruit trees are prime targets too. As Rhonda Massingham Hart points out in her book on how to keep deer out of your yard, Deerproofing Your Yard & Garden (Storey), “The sweetness and flavor of strawberries and peaches make them as attractive to deer as they are to people.”

2. Keep deer-favorite plants close to the house

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That way, you can keep tabs on the plant’s progress at all times, making sure it doesn’t become a meal. As a general rule, deer love to dine on anything that’s smooth, tender, and flavorful, including chrysanthemum, clematis, roses, azalea bushes, and various berries. Plant pungent plants to help deer proof your yard.

3. Plant pungent perennials as a natural barrier

With wildlife biologists’ modest estimate of 18 to 24 deer per square mile, and full-grown adults each feeding on 6 to 10 pounds of greenery a day, the best line of defense lies in making your backyard less appetizing than your neighbors. Deer rely heavily on their sense of smell for feeding, so adding patches of strongly scented herbs—from garlic and chives, to mint and lavender (left)—can mask the appealing aroma of nearby annuals.

4. Plant thorny, hairy, or prickly foliage

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When a deer is deciding what to have for dinner, the sense of smell trumps touch. But that doesn’t mean deer aren’t bothered by certain textures mid-meal. Try incorporating fuzzy lamb’s ear, barberries, and cleome near the plants you want to protect—and where deer might find entrance into your garden in the first place. See Plants Deer Dislike for a more comprehensive list.

Read more: How to Get Rid of Fungus in Garden Soil

5. Make deer-resistant substitutions

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Massingham Hart suggests trading tulips for daffodils, which tend to top the deer-resistant plant lists. Pick roses that are particularly thorny, including Scotch or rugosa roses. And if you’re looking for flowers that’ll add a certain color or provide a certain function in your outdoor space, consult this list of deer resistant plants from Rutgers University to see what swaps you can make in your garden to keep deer out of your yard.

6. Out of sight, out of mind

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Plant large, sprawling deer repellent varieties such as thick hedges of boxwoods or short needle spruces around the borders of your garden. If deer can’t see what’s inside, they’re less likely to take that leap of faith onto your property.

7. Cleanliness counts

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Trim tall grasses to deter bedding deer. Pick fruits once they’re ripe, and discard crops right after harvest.

8. Create levels

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Deer aren’t avid climbers so adding terraces or sunken beds can discourage them from coming into the yard. If your property is particularly woodsy and sprawling, consider stacking pallets around your property, which deer are afraid to walk or jump on.

9. Don’t underestimate the power of scare tactics

Photo by Steve Dodge

As neophobes, deer fear new, unfamiliar objects. Though they aren’t always attractive, scarecrows, sundials, and other garden ornaments—especially those with movable parts—make deer skittish. Use them in combination with wind chimes or bright lights to keep deer out of your yard.

10. Fence it in

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The most effective method of exclusion is a fence. Whitetails, which tend to plague most suburban gardens, are quite the jumpers. Make sure fences are at least 8-feet high with no more than 6-inch by 6-inch gaps. Electric fences, which can be put up during the peak feeding seasons of early spring and late fall, are another option.

11. Wrap new plantings

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Placing netting over fruit, bulbs, and bushes. Use garden nets from Vexar, tree protectors from Tubex, or plastic tree wrap to physically bar deer from feasting on your firs.

12. Rotating repellents throughout the growing season

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The University of Illinois Extension School recommends Havahart’s Deer Away Big Game Repellent, a powder that contains a high concentration of smelly egg solids to target sense of smell to keep deer out of your yard. Also on the market: Deer Off, a spray product containing capsaicin that deters predominantly by taste, and Hinder a spray of ammonium salts of higher fatty acids creates an odor barrier. Reapply repellent after rainfall, and use a different formula from time to time to protect plants and prevent deer adaptation. Coverage should start from the ground and extend upward six feet.

13. Use a lot of homespun repellents to keep deer guessing

Some gardeners swear by hanging fabric softener strips and/or wrapped bars of soap from trees, both of which can confuse a deer’s sense of smell. Others point to using hot pepper sprays, garlic and rotten egg mixtures, ammonia-soaked rags, and bags of hair and/or blood meal around the garden for the same reason. As with commercial repellents, the trick is to switch things up, learning by trial and error, for maximum efficiency. Check out this tutorial on deer-proofing shrubs with Roger Cook. And experiment with deer juice, a tried-and-true recipe shared by TOH design director Amy Rosenfeld.

14. Avoid products that may be poisonous to people and pets

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Whether you choose commercial repellents or homemade formulas, you wouldn’t want to accidentally harm your family or other wildlife. Always choose humane formulas—never poisons.

15. String fishing line around prized plants

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Relatively cheap and easy when compared to putting up a fence, string a line of monofilament around your beds within the deer feeding zone—ideally two to three feet above ground. Just as deer can’t comprehend the concept of glass, this clear, taut barrier also confuses deer, ultimately causing them to flee.

Read more: How to Clean Your Garden Hose? – Cleaning & Care Tips

16. Let Fido out as much as possible

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Having a dog as a pet is extremely effective in deer management. No matter their size, their scent and bark are natural deer repellents so make sure the dog tags along while you’re gardening or the kids are playing in the yard.

17. Strategically place motion-activated sprinklers

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Sprinklers with sensors will spray mist on passing deer. The sudden sound and moisture sends deer back off into the woods.

18. Shine a light on it

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Deer don’t like bright lights so they’ll often wait till nightfall to chow down. Installing a system of motion-sensitive floodlights will literally stop a deer in its tracks, though they do come to realize, over time, that the beam is harmless.

Learn how to put one in at How to Install a Garage Floodlight.

19. Make a lot of noise

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Deer don’t like loud bangs or booms. You could set off firecrackers or create a tin can wind chime, but tuning a radio to the static in between stations might be your best bet.

20. Remember these tips won’t work all of the time

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Deer are like people. The same thing that deters one won’t always deter another, but doubling—or tripling—up on these strategies can only help. Putting a few of these tips into practice, before deer become a problem, is the best way to prevent damage to your vegetation. Think through each of your decisions, however, before taking action, as some solutions are pricier than others.

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TruGreen Pest Control Review

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Source: https://livingcorner.com.au Category: Garden

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