My Dream is Yours
Asquith
1973
Another romantic tale for your Friday Fiction. Flip (yes, that is her name-short for “Phillipa”) grew up as an orphan and doesn’t seem to have a pedigree that one would call “impressive.” Michael, Flip’s intended, wants to make a good impression. From the text, Michael seems to be more worried about impressing his mother than his girlfriend. (Flip, honey, this is a giant red flag!)
Michael takes Flip home to meet the family. Naturally, the matriarch seems less than impressed with Flip’s humble background and her career as a fashion model. A family friend is also in attendance, and of course he absolutely dislikes her career choice. Robert, a doctor, dismisses her lifestyle and career as frivolous. You guessed it, he ends up as “the one.” Poor Flip.
Mary
Poor Flip. I’d have a pissy look on my face too if someone held a cigarette that close to it.
She seemed to be followed by Sean Connery impersonaters.
My thought exactly!
“Next time, on House this Flip….”
The past can seem truly terrifying when viewed through its ephemera.
What crisis, dammit! You can’t leave us hanging like this, Flip!
Uncle Apple-face trip-trapped down to the market in the never ending summer of childhood, before being knocked over the head with a spade by his long-suffering wife.