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[December 18] [Beetlejuice] It's Lonely Being Sane
Title: It's Lonely Being Sane
Day/Theme: 18. Her own brand of sanity
Series:Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: Chuck/Delia
Rating: G
“There is something wrong with that girl,” Delia fumed. Charles sighed. The latest attempt at bonding must not've gone well.
“She’s a teenager," he said. "In a year or two she’ll be looking back at this and laughing with you.”
“It isn’t funny! It’s… grim! It‘s crazy!”
“How old were you when your mother died?”
“…Twenty-eight.”
“And you never wanted, or hoped to be able to contact her again?”
“Of course I did! But I didn’t play with Ouija boards or do mirror divinations and skulk around like a ghoul! I was old enough to know better, and so is Lydia.”
Charles sighed again and went fumbling with the cap on his medicine. Delia softened.
“What did your doctor say?”
“He said I needed to relax. That maybe we should get a place in the country for awhile. I told him we had too much to do. You’ve got your gallery show coming up, Lydia has her school…There‘s that thing next month with Otho…”
“My mother used to say things like that,” Delia said. She looked blank. “Her doctor said she had to slow down because of her heart. She didn’t.” He met her eyes nervously. “I have a friend who does landscapes. She’s always talking about this place upstate. We can drive up this weekend. See what you think.”
“That might be fun,” he said, brightening. “Lydia would like it, too.” Delia’s blank look melted into an annoyed expression.
“If that girl could like anything…”
“She’s her own person. She likes her own things. Like her mother. Like you!”
“Maybe.” Delia got up sharply and began to bustle away. “And maybe it’s me that’s the crazy one.”
Day/Theme: 18. Her own brand of sanity
Series:Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: Chuck/Delia
Rating: G
“There is something wrong with that girl,” Delia fumed. Charles sighed. The latest attempt at bonding must not've gone well.
“She’s a teenager," he said. "In a year or two she’ll be looking back at this and laughing with you.”
“It isn’t funny! It’s… grim! It‘s crazy!”
“How old were you when your mother died?”
“…Twenty-eight.”
“And you never wanted, or hoped to be able to contact her again?”
“Of course I did! But I didn’t play with Ouija boards or do mirror divinations and skulk around like a ghoul! I was old enough to know better, and so is Lydia.”
Charles sighed again and went fumbling with the cap on his medicine. Delia softened.
“What did your doctor say?”
“He said I needed to relax. That maybe we should get a place in the country for awhile. I told him we had too much to do. You’ve got your gallery show coming up, Lydia has her school…There‘s that thing next month with Otho…”
“My mother used to say things like that,” Delia said. She looked blank. “Her doctor said she had to slow down because of her heart. She didn’t.” He met her eyes nervously. “I have a friend who does landscapes. She’s always talking about this place upstate. We can drive up this weekend. See what you think.”
“That might be fun,” he said, brightening. “Lydia would like it, too.” Delia’s blank look melted into an annoyed expression.
“If that girl could like anything…”
“She’s her own person. She likes her own things. Like her mother. Like you!”
“Maybe.” Delia got up sharply and began to bustle away. “And maybe it’s me that’s the crazy one.”