All I Want
By Missy

SERIES: All I Want
PART: One of about four
RATING: R-ish (For discussion of mature themes)
PAIRING(s): Lenny/Laverne inferrence, perhaps, but this is mostly a straightforward SOL Tale.
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CATEGORY: Dramady
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SETTING IN TIMELINE: Milwaukee Era
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: When Shirley discovers that her family tree branches into the Squiggman's yard, she yearns to prune herself (cutsey, I know ;-) )
NOTES: Inspired by "Who's Pappa"; I thought exploring the idea of Shirley having to come to terms with her prejudices regarding Squiggy, and especially being a member of the "lower class" Squiggman family.

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Laverne entered her apartment to find Shirley sitting on the couch, staring blankly. Laverne let out an empathetic sigh; the past few days had not been too easy for Shirley Feeney.

Or should she correct herself: Shirley Feeney-Carangi-Squiggman.

"It could be worse, Shirl." Laverne sighed, "Ya could've been related ta Hitler."

Shirley took one look at her best friend and burst into tears.

"Aww, come on.." She wrapped her arm around Shirley's petite waist.

"How could they make a mistake?!" She wailed, "Years of research all leading up to a twisting, rotting branch lying in the Squiggman yard!"

Laverne laughed, "That's real pretty there, Shirl. Whattya worried about? Th' apple not tumblin' far from the tree? If anyone hasta worry, it's me; three of my cousins are in jail because they tried ta..."

"It doesn't matter!" Shirley wailed, "I'm a Squiggman! Can you think of anything more horrible?!"

The living room door burst open, but instead of a friendly 'hello', only Lenny stood there in the doorway, his face pinched.

"Get out, Len." Laverne snapped.

"Wait a sec," Lenny desperately blurted, "Shirl, Squig's upstairs cryin' his tongue out. He really wants ta talk to ya..."

"Tough cookies!" Shirley blurted out, then more kindly at Lenny's crestfallen expression, "I can't talk to him yet, Len."

"But ya gotta! He's goin' crazy 'cause'a all of the dreams he hadda bout you..."

"Dreams?" Shirley asked, horror slowly mounting.

"Yeah...You an' him an' a bowl 'a Jell-O an..." Shirley squealed, trying to hide her head beneath the comforting weight of Boo-Boo Kitty. "Aww, don't cry, Shirl; if you want, you can climb inta a bowl of Jell-O with me.."

"Len, wouldja just get outta here?!" Laverne shouted. Lenny pouted at her, turning around on his heel and marching out the apartment door.

"Great," Laverne groaned, shutting the door behind him, "Now he's gonna pout all day at work an' I'm gonna have ta make it up to him," Laverne flopped down on the couch beside Shirley, "Dya know how hard it is ta push him in a carriage?!"

Shirley looked up from beneath Boo-Boo Kitty, expression sanguine. "Why don't you pull him?"

Laverne instantaneously became apoplectic, "Shirl, he weighs a coupla hundred pounds! Anyway, that's not what we're talkin' about." She lay her hand upon Shirley's arm, "Shirl, I really think ya should go talk ta Squig."

Shirley gulped, then took a deep breath. "I guess I'm gonna have to."

"That's the spirit," Laverne thumped Shirley upon her shoulder, sending Shirley upward in a wincing danceof pain. "Sorry," She sheepishly smiled.

Shirley straightened her painful shoulder, "Never mind...Maybe the pain will dull my memory."

"Fat chance, Shirl," Laverne smiled, "Good luck."

Shirley bravely waved back as she strode to the door and then exited through it. Taking a long, deep breath, she ascended the stairs, all of the while wondering how in the world it could be possible; She. Squiggy. Cousins, three times removed.

Though it had been thinned through the generations, she had Squiggman blood inside of her veins.

Swallowing down a wave of nausea, she knocked briskly at Squiggy's door.


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