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Jack Harkness: Topic: Jobs
Winter, 1940
He chooses a Sunday after dinner to make the announcement. Once the dessert plates are cleared up and most of the family is in the living room beginning a large, loud game of rummy, he comes into the kitchen to his parents. Mom's at the sink with an apron over her flowered church dress. Dad's sitting at the table with a cigarette. Jack knows from many Sundays that he'll he telling her over the soft clink of dishes about interesting points in the evening paper, or talking with her about the news their grown children have brought back this weekend.
Jack pauses at the door to watch them for a second in their peaceful comfort before he comes in to disturb it.
"Mom, Dad," he says, "I've been wondering whether to tell you this, and I think you deserve to know. ( There's something that I need to do. )
He chooses a Sunday after dinner to make the announcement. Once the dessert plates are cleared up and most of the family is in the living room beginning a large, loud game of rummy, he comes into the kitchen to his parents. Mom's at the sink with an apron over her flowered church dress. Dad's sitting at the table with a cigarette. Jack knows from many Sundays that he'll he telling her over the soft clink of dishes about interesting points in the evening paper, or talking with her about the news their grown children have brought back this weekend.
Jack pauses at the door to watch them for a second in their peaceful comfort before he comes in to disturb it.
"Mom, Dad," he says, "I've been wondering whether to tell you this, and I think you deserve to know. ( There's something that I need to do. )