Four Wallls and a Typwritter Ribbon
By Missy

SERIES: Goosebumps!
SUBSERIES: Four Walls and a Typewriter
PART: one of one parts for this arc
Author: Missy
Email: HIMH@aol.com
RATING: G
PAIRING(s): L/L; S/C; S/R

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CATEGORY: Epic Drama
CANNON/SPOILERS: Pre-Reunion Show Cannon; set five years after the series' conclusion.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Shirley is stuck in bed on doctor's orders, and when Laverne comes by to cheer her up an idea for the future is spawned.
NOTES: The first of one chapters in the twenty-third portion to this series. For previous chapters, see the Goosebumps! Section at LAS Fic or The Look.

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"Hey, Shirl..."

"Don't. Make. Me. Talk."

Laverne nodded, carefully sitting down on a nearby chair. "Morning sickness is just the worst."

Shirley waited quite a while before saying "I'd forgotten how bad it was with Veenie."

"Yeah, it was pretty bad when I had Billie." Laverne smiled apologetically. "Want me ta take yer mind off of it?"

"Yes, please."

"Well...me and Len ran into Rosie at the farmer's market last week. She and Ogden got divorced last year, do you believe that? They got a kid named FiFi..."

"FiFi?!"

"Yeah, like a little poodle. She's Billie's age, so maybe they'll end up playin' together 're something."

"Poor, unfortunate child."

"Did you just say something bad about Rosie?" Laverne asked, in shock.

"Yes indeed." Shirley smirked. "Chalk it up to my illness."

"Yeah, I've been avoidin' her calls, which is pretty easy with my job. Len's been bouncing from work to the phone, reading material over to the Ocean Breezes' in New York..."

"Who pays for the call?"

"Their agent." Laverne smiled. "Everything's finally turning out right here, Shirl."

"I wish I could say the same for us." She sighed. "Carmine's trying to get a job directing community theatre, but it looks like we're going to be in debt to Squiggy and Rhonda forever."

"That's not necessarily a bad thing."

"You know from your own life that debt of any sort is a complete nuisance." Shirley sat up. "It's highly disturbing to the both of us, really."

"Heh; remember that Cruise of Lake Michigan?"

"I wish I could forget it." Shirley shuddered.

"Well, Squiggy said he'd run the place as though her were Pop, and Pop always helped us out."

"But he's not your father...and I feel bad enough that I didn't pay back your dad."

"He never minded. How many times did he bail us out?"

"Too many."

"Remember how he always helped us out with the boys?"

"And all of the favors he did for Carmine...I could write a book about all of those..." Her eyes brightened. "A book!"

"Shirl, why do you have a funny look on your face?"

"Laverne...hand me that typwriter..."

"Shirl, you wouldn't?"

But by then she was chewing on the tip of her eraser. "How many "w's" are there in Kosnoski?"

"None! What are ya doing?"

She scribbled away, finally lifting her head. "Do you know of any novels for girls, by girls, set in the '50's?"

"Not yet. It's only been twenty years though, Shirl."

"Just in time for some nostalgia, then."

"I dunno if I like where this is going..."

"Never mind that." Shirley smiled. "Just tell me what you remember about that night when Fonzie invited us to that society dinner..."




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