“Jonathan is my son. In theory.” Winnie tried to explain to Angelo.
“In theory?” He raised an eyebrow. Winnie released a furtive sigh. The conversations always got this far before the other person excused themselves. Potential suitors stayed longer out of politeness.
“In theory, yes. I found him on the beach seven years ago.” She winced.
“On the beach? Oh, that’s er… interesting.”
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“Have a good time?” Jonathan grinned. Winnie scowled in his general direction.
“You know; the usual.”
“Don’t worry, Winnie. Someday, your prince will come.” Jonathan paled as the doorbell rang. “Winnie, I’ve been a bad boy tonight. And now, I an frightened.”
“What? I’m sure I can handle this.” She crossed to open the door. Jonathan ran and blocked her path.
“Don’t open it. Please I’m begging you!” His face was sweaty and pasty as he fell to his knees.
“Jonathan, it will be fine.” Winnie opened the door, and a figure grabbed them both. Kicking and screaming, they were dragged to the bottom of the sea.