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Feb. 1st, 2014 10:57 pmThere was an... evening of fun, requiring the use of the box of foil squares, before Guppy went for his procedure.
It went better than he imagined. He and Fran had talked long and hard about getting a vasectomy, and decided in the end it was for the best.
"We have three wonderful children." Fran had said. "And we've been lucky."
Guppy had agreed. The odds of having another premmie, or another autistic kid like Fry, or both at once, were high. And much as they love Fry, one set of special needs is more manageable than two.
He is about to go into work after, and opens his phone to check his messages. He doesn't recognise the number initially, but there's five missed calls. He logs into his answerphone.
"Hi Guppy, this is Max, something's come up on the school visit to observe Fry, and... if you're coming to pick him up later we should have a chat."
That doesn't sound good. Max is Fry's psychologist, and five missed calls means something big is cracking off.
***
"Is Patrick in big trouble because of me?" Fry asks, later that evening, as they sort the washing out into colours and lights.
"No Fry, you were right to tell Max that he was calling you racist names." Guppy says. "You should have told me or Mum so we could have dealt with it sooner. And Patrick's in big trouble because racism is strictly not allowed at school. And because he called the headmistress the same word."
"And this is my country and I'm not a benefit thief?" Fry asks, cautiously.
"Of course this is your country." Guppy says. "And... don't even worry about that other one, Patrick's mum probably reads the Holby Mail. Look, the thing is, Patrick's mum had a big argument with Mrs Patel so I don't think Patrick will be at school tomorrow."
"He has to come tomorrow." Fry says. "We have chess club. I play chess with Patrick on Tuesdays."
Guppy puts the laundry in the washer, then crouches down to his son.
"Fry, you don't have to hang around with people who call you names and tease you. You understand that, right? You deserve to be treated nicely, same as everyone else."
"I play chess with Patrick on Tuesdays." Fry repeats, putting the last sock in then wandering off.
It went better than he imagined. He and Fran had talked long and hard about getting a vasectomy, and decided in the end it was for the best.
"We have three wonderful children." Fran had said. "And we've been lucky."
Guppy had agreed. The odds of having another premmie, or another autistic kid like Fry, or both at once, were high. And much as they love Fry, one set of special needs is more manageable than two.
He is about to go into work after, and opens his phone to check his messages. He doesn't recognise the number initially, but there's five missed calls. He logs into his answerphone.
"Hi Guppy, this is Max, something's come up on the school visit to observe Fry, and... if you're coming to pick him up later we should have a chat."
That doesn't sound good. Max is Fry's psychologist, and five missed calls means something big is cracking off.
***
"Is Patrick in big trouble because of me?" Fry asks, later that evening, as they sort the washing out into colours and lights.
"No Fry, you were right to tell Max that he was calling you racist names." Guppy says. "You should have told me or Mum so we could have dealt with it sooner. And Patrick's in big trouble because racism is strictly not allowed at school. And because he called the headmistress the same word."
"And this is my country and I'm not a benefit thief?" Fry asks, cautiously.
"Of course this is your country." Guppy says. "And... don't even worry about that other one, Patrick's mum probably reads the Holby Mail. Look, the thing is, Patrick's mum had a big argument with Mrs Patel so I don't think Patrick will be at school tomorrow."
"He has to come tomorrow." Fry says. "We have chess club. I play chess with Patrick on Tuesdays."
Guppy puts the laundry in the washer, then crouches down to his son.
"Fry, you don't have to hang around with people who call you names and tease you. You understand that, right? You deserve to be treated nicely, same as everyone else."
"I play chess with Patrick on Tuesdays." Fry repeats, putting the last sock in then wandering off.
