All I Learned From Love
By Missy

SERIES: Goosebumps!
SUBSERIES: What I Learned From Love
PART: one of one parts for this arc
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.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: Laverne panics when she experiences great loss.
NOTES: The first of one chapters in the nineteenth portion to this series. For previous chapters, see the Goosebumps! Section at LAS Fic or The Look.

***

"Do you vow to keep sacred the laws of this country?"

Lenny frowned, staring into the business end of his Polaroid camera. He finally managed to squeeze off a round from its creaky depths. Through the lens he watched his wife's hat fly skyward.

She ran to him, as he had run to her after his college graduations. Patterns had the strangest way of repeating, he mused, as he clutched her to his chest.

"I'm proud of ya, Vernie."

She seemed to wonder if he really was. She'd gone through all of this just to become a bonded, accredited bodyguard. Now, she was a member of the MPD. "I know."

He kissed the top of her head. "Hey, you wanna go to the Pizza Bowl? The grand openin's today!"

"I still can't believe Pop sold the place to Squiggy."

"Yeah," Lenny laughed, "he made Squig promise that he'd let Rhonda do the books. And wear a hairnet."

"That's for the best, Len."

"C'mon...I'll show ya the old double-foldo-back-o-flippo!"

"Why does that sound dirty?"

"It ain't...I can make it dirty, though..."

***

Laverne remained mute in her appreciation of the new Pizza Bowl. Thanks to Rhonda's impeccable taste, the floors, booths and counters have been completely remade in shades of pink Formica. There was an air of fifties nostalgia to it...fifties nostalgia, already? She groaned at the idea.

"Welcome to The Pizza Bowl; buy a large and play a frame for free."

"That count double for us?"

Rhonda looked up from her pad and nearly flung herself at Laverne. "Rhonda meant to look you up! We've been so busy with Moth..."

"Yeah, I know the feelin'." Laverne admitted. "Billie's nursin'. This is the longest I've been away from her."

"Hey, is Squig in the kitchen?"

"Yeah..."

"Oh," Lenny said, disappointed. "Well, I ain't goin' in there to disturb him."

"I'll tell him you're here..." She groaned as the pay phone began to ring.

As she left to answer it, Lenny plucked a breadstick from a woven red plastic basket.

"I gotta say this much, Vernie; they are classin' up the joint."

Laverne frowned, picking up the breadstick. She took a bite, then frowned. "Too much garlic." She complained.

"Laverne!" Rhonda whispered urgently.

"What?" Panic crossed her face at Rhonda's pale face. "Oh God..." She bolted from her seat, yanking the phone off its chord.

"What the hell..." Lenny began.

But then his wife's scream rent the air.

***

"I want vengeance."

Hair stood up on the back of Lenny's neck. "Vernie, ya sound like yer in the Godfather're somethin'."

"I don't care. I want revenge."

They lay spooned together on their bed, staring into the blankness of the wall.

"The caught the sunuvabitch, right?"

"Yeah, right away. He's being held, but there were over fifty witnesses. He'll probably be sentenced to life."

"So...that's sorta like vengeance!"

"You don't understand, Len...I want his blood on my hands."

Lenny shivered. "Your Pop wouldn't want ya to kill anyone."

"I know..." She buried her head against his shoulder, "I was an awful daughter, Len."

"No...you listen to me. You were the best daughter to yer pop that ya could've been."

"I left him alone!"

"No, ya didn't! He needed ta do what he did, and so did you." Lenny pointed out.

"I shoulda kept us in California..."

"And what woulda been different? You woulda taken the bullet?"

She winced.

"Think about Billie..."

"Billie...Oh God, he never met her..."

"We called. We sent pictures."

"We never heard back from him!"

"Vernie...maybe if ya calm down, you'll see it...politics killed yer pop."

She lay deflated in his arms, unable to react.

After a long time, he slept.

But she didn't.


***

Lenny awoke that morning to a still, empty house, his wife and daughter gone, with only a note left behind.

Reading 'I'm Sorry'.




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