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It was on a cool morning in winter of 1995 when Gertrude Robinson found herself doing a whole lot of nothing. There had been no statement, no acquired artifact, not even any reference to ritual preparation. No news was good news, of course, but she found herself wanting to have more to do than simply look over notes she had already managed.
It was in this state of boredom-induced malaise that Gertrude noted a familiar head of orange-black hair make its way through her office door.
“Hello Gerry,” She said with a sigh & a smile, clearly glad to have someone for a chat, “Good to see you.”
Likewise, Gerty.”
He seemed slightly tense.
Gertrude raised an eyebrow & leaned forward onto her desk.
“Is there… something you wish to discuss?”
He took in a deep breath.
“Yeah… have you… noticed anything about me?”
She gave him a once-over look.
“You’ve given yourself a better dye job?”
“That’s not-… well I mean yeah, but that’s not really…”
A beat.
“You’ve… patched up your trousers better?”
“I, uh – I guess so, yea-”
“You’ve gotten some colour into your skin? You’ve been filling out your figure? Light appears to have entered into your eyes?”
It was at this point that Gerry began to slap playfully at Gertrude’s hands, albeit not without a cheerful smile upon his face.
“Well, you’re not wrong about any a’ that stuff, you know, that’s just not what I was talking about.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to tell me, then,” She replied, mischievous grin upon her face as she supped at her mug of tea.
“…Alright…”
He gestured at his chest, to which Gertrude leaned in for a closer look.
“Gerry.” She spoke inquisitively, “Why do you have breasts.”
Gerry took another deep breath, a weight seemingly lifted of her shoulders, before collapsing into the chair opposite Gertrude.
“You know how my mum is… Hell, you’ve probably met her at some point or another in your expeditions to save the world, always insisting that she be in charge, that everything’d come up Milhouse if she were running things, “Oh, mother knows best!” & all that. Had a plan for me too, her heir, her special little boy. I’ve been tossing all the other bits of her plans into the bin, so I thought I’d finish this last one off. It’s… it’s been nice, doing all this. Good for my health.”
She waited for a response.
Gertrude took a deep breath in & out, before replying, “I’m glad you’re doing better now thanks to this, & that you trust me enough to tell me.”
Gerry let out a gentle smile & made to get back up out of her seat.
“Great.”
“Anything else?”
She froze mid-action with a cringing grunt, body & face both tense.
“Right...”, She slid back into the chair, “…Seashell’s also been on the ol’ tittles as of late…”
“Michael?”, Gertrude declared, smug once more, “Was there any, co-ordination on your parts?”
“…Yeah, cause we’ve been… We’re together now-”
“Really. How long?”
“… Half a year-”
“Oh, “half a year” you say?”
The pair had risen out of their respective chairs, giggling & engaged yet again in playful slap fight.
After the play had reached it’s conclusion & the pair had calmed down some, Gertrude leaned in for a tight hug.
“I thank you, for telling me all this.”
Gerry stood still for a moment, before hugging back.
They held there for a moment.
Gerry inhaled quickly, & let go.
“Alright, this is nice but I’ve some bits & bods to do, business calls & all that.”
She gave her a two-fingered salute coupled with a click of the tongue.
“Have a good one, Gertie.”
She repeated the gesture back.
“Likewise.”
As Gerry left out from whence she came, Gertrude returned to her seat, cleared her throat, & waited.
“Michael!”
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