Family Ties (c. 1983)

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Deb curled up in the den's most relaxing chair, and started back to her book. Deb Ivyland had read so many books, that she had thought about writing her own book. But with a baby, and a very curious husband, it is very hard to write a book. The only time she had to write, was her spare reading time, when Bob took Sandy to the Nursery School, where he taught three times a week.

"Four hours, three times a week. Twelve free hours to write each week!" Deb happily thought.

After Deb had been writing for a period of several weeks, she realized that Bob fell asleep two hours ahead of her. Two more free hours daily! The next day, she tried to write. It worked out fine!

Wednesday was a nursery day. By the time Deb was up, Sandy and Bob were long gone.

At the nursery school, classes had ended at exactly eleven thirty-five p.m. Sandy was very good, so Bob gave her a lollipop in return.

"Tank ou fow du olyop, dayie," Sandy tried speaking.

"Your certainly welcome, dear." Bob replied. Deb pulled up in the front of the nursery.

"I have some business to take care of, Sandy, you go home with mommy," Bob said gazing sternly at the green grass in front of the White House, across the street. He also was thinking about how nice it'd be if Sandy was president some day. Just as Bob took a long, deep breath, President Reagan walked out of the White House. Just as Mr. Reagan got to his car, Bang! Shots rang through the air. Someone was trying to shoot the president. A man ran around the corner. Bob tripped him, and grabbed his gun. Just at this moment, the F.B.I. came around the corner.

"You're under arrest!" A police officer yelled, clamping Bob's hands with handcuffs. They took the other man as a witness.

"Me? But... But I -" Bob started.

"You have the right to remain silent," a lady officer kindly stated admiring Bob's handsome outfit. They all jumped into a police car and headed for the Washington D.C. police department.

As soon as they got to the station, one of the police officers called up Deb. When she heard the news, she fainted.

The next day, Deb decided to come and visit Bob.

"What happened, dear?" Deb asked.

"Well, I saw a man trying to shoot Mr. Reagan. I tripped the guy as he ran, and grabbed the gun from him. Unfortunately, the F.B.I. came around the corner at the moment I had the gun, and they arrested me. Not even considering the other man," Bob explained.

"Look at this, Bob." Deb said picking up a file from Officer Conway's desk.

"Gee... Now I know why they thought I did it." Bob sadly said. "The bad guy looks just like me." Bob continued.

"WAIT! YOU DON'T HAVE 5 STITCHES ON YOUR RIGHT LEG! SO, PROVE TO THEM YOU'RE INNOCENT! PROVE TO THEM THAT YOU'RE NOT BOB WHAT'S HIS FACE! See here, after it tells he's male, it tells that he has five stitches. Right? Well, you don't! Show em, Bob! Show em you're an innocent man! They'll find fingerprints on that gun from the other guy some day!" Deb cried.

"What we need, is a trial!" Bob agreed.

The next day was Sunday. Bob remembered that he had to attend Elder's Day. But there was nothing he could do about it. Even though Bob didn't get his religious freedom, he was able to arrange a trial. The trial was to be held that Tuesday.

Finally the time came, bob was to stand before the judge.

"Order! Order!" Judge Hamilton cried, as she pounded her gavel on the table.

"Prosecutor, call your first witness!"The judge added.

It all went very quickly. As soon as Bob showed his leg, (he didn't have any stitches) the judge knew that Robert Ivyland wasn't the notorious Robert Lucas, even though they looked identical. He was finally off the hook. Quickly they turned to the other suspect and the case was solved.

In the meanwhile, Deb had been catching up on her writing. With Bob away all weekend, she finished her novel before Bob arrived home, and before Bob got back to reading books, it was on the best-sellers list!

"Deb! I'm running over to Walden Books to find a good book to read!" Bob hollered. Before Deb could catch him, he was off. He saw the novel, "Gee nice, Deb wrote it! Let's look inside. Oh my...." Bob faintingly said feeling like screaming. When Bob got home, the telephone rang.

"I'll get it!" Deb sang.

"Don't you dare get that PHONE 'TILL YOU EXPLAIN WHY YOU WROTE THIS NOVEL BEHIND MY BACK! YOU HAD NO PERMISSION WHAT SO EVER!" Bob screamed. "Get that telephone if you care."

"Hello.... yes.... yes.... yes, he is.... all right.... one moment.... Bob?! President Reagan wants to speak to you!" Deb called. Bob walked into the telephone room.

"Hello!.... Yes, I know.... sure.... (LONG PAUSE).... Really??... hang on.... Deb! Deb! We just won $1,000,000.00! Come here! Hello?.... Oh yes!.... Delightedly!.... Bye!" Bob happily cried.

Deb came to see Bob.

"I love your novel, Deborah!" Bob said.

"But -" Deb started.

"You didn't let me finish! - from Mr. Reagan. He also suggested you write a book about two young and happy millionaires!" Bob laughed.

THE END