Stanley wasn’t worried about what would happen at prom, or even after prom. It was what was going to have to happen before they went to the dance that scared him. He was dressed in a black suit and pants, hoping that he could get by on dressing to the bare minimum.
“Stanley dear, do you know where your father is?” Stan’s mother asked, walking into the living room. She had on a red dress that stopped a bit above her ankles and red high heels that really looked like the ultimate test of coordination. Her lips were also bright red, with the jewelry around her neck being the only thing providing other colors. Of course, she had on enough necklaces to hang a man.
“How should I know where the man is?” Stan said, looking down at his watch.
“Stanley, that is your father! He’s not just some other man!” his mother exclaimed.
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” he whispered.
The doorbell made a sharp ring throughout the entire house, prompting Stanley to answer as quickly as possible so that they could leave. He opened the door and welcomed his date to prom, Katrina. She was a few inches shorter than Stan, but often wore platform shoes to hide her height, as she was doing then. Her brown hair was back in a bun, with two sticks poking out from them. Her pink dress went down to her shoes and had a little trim on the edges of it. With minimal makeup and no jewelry, she looked perfect to Stanley.
“Hello, Katrina, darling!” Stan’s mother greeted, pulling Katrina into a sharp hug.
“Hi, Mrs. Houndshell.” she said shyly.
“Oh please, you can call me Margaret, dear.” Katrina and Stanley chuckled.
“Heh, that’s nice and all, but-” Stanley had almost made it out.
“Stanley!” his father boomed from the top of the stairs. “Why haven’t you introduced me to your fiance?!” he angrily asked.
“That’s your father?” Katrina whispered. Stan nodded before sighing and gesturing his hands to her.
“Dad, this is Katrina. She’s not my fiance, only my girlfriend.
“Hmph. This is who is going to be responsible for my grandchildren? I would’ve thought you could’ve found better. But you do have a knack for taking home garbage you found on the side of the road.” Katrina turned red and averted her head; she looked ready to cry.
“Shut up!” Stanley had already had enough of this. He threw a punch at his dad’s chest, but he caught it and began twisting his wrist.“You want to play this game, boy?” his father threatened. He let go and threw Stan’s hand aside. “Go have fun for now. This will be the last time you take trash into this house.”