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"Dinner." Mildred made a production out of calling everyone.
"Its about time," Bob said as if reading lines.
"I'm sorry, was it late?" Mildred reverted to her kindly self.
Billy entered, "No. Mom, you have to be less agreeable."
"Whatever you need son," she said.
"No. Listen you have to start saying no"
"How was I?" Bob asked his son as an actor might a director.
"You were fine, Dad."
Sally entered, "Dinner! Great."
She sat down at the table. Everyone stopped and looked at her. Billy sighed and threw his hands in the air.
"What was that?"
"Well, I didn't ask anyone how they were."
"You have to get it to another level...We need to be a dysfunctional family," Billy exclaimed.
"This should be fun," Sally squeaked.
"Okay let's try it again."
Everyone exited the room.
"Dinner."
Bob entered.
"It is about time."
Mildred looked at her watch, "Is it too late?"
Billy stormed into the room, "NO! NO! NO!"
"What was wrong with that?"
"I forgot my line," Mildred smiled and pinched Billy's cheeks, "I'm soooo sorry."
"You have to stop doing that."
"No," she remembered the line.
"I know I need a small vacation, but it don't look like rain," Glen Campbell announced.
"This isn't working!" Billy screamed.
"Well, we're knew at this," Bob said.
Sally entered dressed like a slut, "about time."
"Are you wearing make-up young lady?" Bob was suddenly really angry.
"What of it?"
"Don't you talk to your father like that," Mildred backed up her husband.
"How was that?" Sally beamed.
"Let's eat," Billy gave up.
"I ad-libbed the whole makeup thing...what did you think?" Bob smiled like a Cheshire cat.
"You were in character," Billy mumbled.
"Well, that was fun, let's eat," Mildred laughed.
"Still on the line…" Glen Campbell finished off the song.
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