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Movie Mondays became a staple of Steve's and Robin's summer. They had no shifts on that day, so they always borrowed couple of tapes and just watched movies all day long.
Sometimes, Nancy, Dustin would join them, but not today. Nancy was on trip to Boston to check out her collage and the kids were playing DnD.
Today's film was Life of Brian because Robin decided that Steve just had to watch it.
"You will love it, I promise. It even has aliens."
"Didn't you say that it's set in ancient Rome?"
"Yeah, so?"
Steve raised his eyebrows in question, but Robin didn't answer, smiling wide instead. "You'll see"
They settled onto the couch, Robin in Steve's lap and Popcorn in Robin's, and pressed play.
Steve was confused for most of the movie. When it got to a scene were a Roman centurion was scolding Brian for his Latin, Robin laughed so hard she spilled the popcorn, but Steve had no idea what was so funny.
"Robin! I want to eat that popcorn. Besides, what's so funny about this?"
It took Robin few seconds to stop laughing. She pressed pause on the remote. "Well, Brian wants to say 'Romans, go home!' but he's terribly wrong and the centurion cares more about the grammar than the fact that he's painting it on a building.
"Doesn't he have the right words though?"
"Yes, he has the right words, but in Latin, he has to conjugate them."
"Why?"
"Because Latin just does that."
"That's stupid"
"It definetly is a pain to learn. But it's not that hard once you get a hold of it."
At that moment, Robin was just about to prees Play again, when they heard a knock on the door.
"I'm gonna get it." said Steve and jumped from the couch.
Robin started picking up the kernels of popcorn and putting them back into the bowl. She heard Steve open the door and a child's voice.
"Who is it Steve?"
Steve didn't answer, but soon he came back with a little girl Robin has never seen, but looked vaguely familiar. She was about 10 year old, with short light brown hair. She had bright green eyes and freckles over her face. She was wearing a jeans onesie and a pink t shirt under it.
"Steve, who is this?"
Steve just shrugged so Robin turned her attention to the little girl who looked on the verge of tears. Then she suddenly jolted forward, hugged Robin and started crying.
"It's going to be alright little peanut." Robin did not have much expirience with kids, but she figured she should at least try to help her. "Why don't you tell me your name first?"
The girl in question stopped crying and instead looked at Robin like she was a ghost. "You don't remember me?"
Why should she remeber her? Has Robin seem her anywhere? Maybe one of her parent's friend's kids, but she wasn't aware of anyone visiting. I'm sorry Peanut, my memory isn't the best."
The girl continued looking at Robin with a weird combination of familiarity and horror, but then she looked like she realized something. "You are Robin Buckley right? And he is Steve?"
"Yes, that is indeed true. Do you know us?" Robin inquired.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"Well, I'm 18 and and Steve over there is 20."
The girl gasped as it was something groundbreaking. "So..." she thought aloud and counted on her fingers, "It's 1986?"
"You're right again." Robin answered. She was staring to be nervous.
"My name is Elizabeth Buckley. And you are my mom.