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<blockquote data-quote="Justine" data-source="post: 146216" data-attributes="member: 404"><p style="text-align: center"><strong>[MEDIA=youtube]VwNvJtU83Mo[/MEDIA]</strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 26px">Miss You Most (At Christmas Time)</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 18px">Season 11 (Between "Daddy's Little Darlin'" and "It's Me Again")</span></strong></p><p></p><p>Sue Ellen pulled into the car park of the downtown dive bar and surveyed the scene. It was a fairly inconspicuous environment, certainly <em>not</em> the kind of place anyone would expect to find a woman of her stature in. She conjured up the nerve to climb out her car and slowly wandered inside.</p><p></p><p>“Hello, Bobby.”</p><p></p><p>His sister-in-law’s voice was like a beacon in the distance - there but not really <em>there.</em> It was the in-between days after Christmas and before the New Year celebration. The empty days that didn’t really mean much, kind of the way he felt. In the weeks that led up to the holiday season, he had been filled with a sense of dread - it was Christopher’s first Christmas without his mother - but the heralded day had passed and there was little more than emptiness left. “Hello, Sue Ellen.”</p><p></p><p>She could have relapsed from the fumes of alcohol in his breath but she flashed a beauty-queen smile. “This is <em>quite</em> the role reversal, isn’t it?” An anonymous phone call to Southfork had informed her of Bobby’s idle and intoxicated presence in the joint. Bobby didn’t share her amusement at the sentiment and her voice shifted into a more serious tone. “Why don’t you let me drive you home?”</p><p></p><p>Bobby snatched his arm away from her tender touch, “Thank you very much, Sue Ellen,” he coarsely declined her proposal. “But, I think I’ll stay for one more drink.” Cliff had collected Christopher for the weekend, so Bobby had no responsibility to tend to until his return.</p><p></p><p>Sue Ellen brazenly overrode his attempt to order when the barman responded to Bobby’s raised hand. “Two black coffees, please.” Bobby exhaled, his irritation non-verbal but audible. “I realise this is a very difficult time for you,” she delicately appealed to his softer nature. “You can sit here and drown your sorrows to Jack, Jim and Johnnie but that won’t solve your problem. Believe me, I’ve tried.” The barman arrived with two coffees and Sue Ellen replaced the bottle of beer in front of Bobby with the hot drink. “If this custody battle for Christopher does reach the family court, you will need to keep a clear head.”</p><p></p><p>“Sue Ellen, I know all that but…” Bobby reluctantly sipped at the cup of coffee she had forced upon him.</p><p></p><p>“But you miss Pamela,” she completed his sentence, with ease. “I miss her, too, but I promise you Christopher misses her more.” Sue Ellen had spoilt John Ross and Christopher equally with their presents from Santa and festive holiday experiences, but Christopher’s sadness did not dissipate, and nor did she expect such a result. “It’s okay to be sad. Just,” Sue Ellen paused, “Be sad at home. Be with your family and your son. Show him how you feel and that it’s okay for him to feel the same.”</p><p></p><p>He listened the plain sense she offered and conceded. Self-pity was not a pretty colour on anyone. Bobby balanced himself with her steady hand, “I’ll bet you wished you adopted Christopher yourself, when you look at how well his life with me and Pam turned out to be.”</p><p></p><p>His sister-in-law tactfully avoided <em>that</em> particular can of worms, “That sounds like a conversation for another day.” It sounded a conversation for a sober day, at the very least. “Careful of the step,” she mindfully escorted him to her car outside.</p><p></p><p>They rode the majority of the drive home in a contemplative silence. When the car entered the perimeter of Southfork, Bobby shifted uncomfortably and Sue Ellen empathised with the source of his concern. “Don’t worry, your mama and Clayton are out for dinner with Punk and his wife.” There was little worse than the welcome band in Bobby’s condition. “John Ross should be in bed, too. J.R. isn’t even home.”</p><p></p><p>“You sound like you’re at peace with that?” Bobby phrased his observation as a question.</p><p></p><p>Sue Ellen slyly smirked, “You know how J.R. is.” Their relationship was a conversation that required more consciousness than Bobby possessed after all the alcohol he had imbibed. “Besides, I’ve always said it’s you I should have married. Maybe I have a chance with Pamela out of the way?” His eyes momentarily widened, until he spotted the twinkle in her eye. “Come on,” she patted his arm. “Let’s put you to bed.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Justine, post: 146216, member: 404"] [CENTER][B][MEDIA=youtube]VwNvJtU83Mo[/MEDIA] [SIZE=7]Miss You Most (At Christmas Time)[/SIZE] [SIZE=5]Season 11 (Between "Daddy's Little Darlin'" and "It's Me Again")[/SIZE][/B][/CENTER] Sue Ellen pulled into the car park of the downtown dive bar and surveyed the scene. It was a fairly inconspicuous environment, certainly [I]not[/I] the kind of place anyone would expect to find a woman of her stature in. She conjured up the nerve to climb out her car and slowly wandered inside. “Hello, Bobby.” His sister-in-law’s voice was like a beacon in the distance - there but not really [I]there.[/I] It was the in-between days after Christmas and before the New Year celebration. The empty days that didn’t really mean much, kind of the way he felt. In the weeks that led up to the holiday season, he had been filled with a sense of dread - it was Christopher’s first Christmas without his mother - but the heralded day had passed and there was little more than emptiness left. “Hello, Sue Ellen.” She could have relapsed from the fumes of alcohol in his breath but she flashed a beauty-queen smile. “This is [I]quite[/I] the role reversal, isn’t it?” An anonymous phone call to Southfork had informed her of Bobby’s idle and intoxicated presence in the joint. Bobby didn’t share her amusement at the sentiment and her voice shifted into a more serious tone. “Why don’t you let me drive you home?” Bobby snatched his arm away from her tender touch, “Thank you very much, Sue Ellen,” he coarsely declined her proposal. “But, I think I’ll stay for one more drink.” Cliff had collected Christopher for the weekend, so Bobby had no responsibility to tend to until his return. Sue Ellen brazenly overrode his attempt to order when the barman responded to Bobby’s raised hand. “Two black coffees, please.” Bobby exhaled, his irritation non-verbal but audible. “I realise this is a very difficult time for you,” she delicately appealed to his softer nature. “You can sit here and drown your sorrows to Jack, Jim and Johnnie but that won’t solve your problem. Believe me, I’ve tried.” The barman arrived with two coffees and Sue Ellen replaced the bottle of beer in front of Bobby with the hot drink. “If this custody battle for Christopher does reach the family court, you will need to keep a clear head.” “Sue Ellen, I know all that but…” Bobby reluctantly sipped at the cup of coffee she had forced upon him. “But you miss Pamela,” she completed his sentence, with ease. “I miss her, too, but I promise you Christopher misses her more.” Sue Ellen had spoilt John Ross and Christopher equally with their presents from Santa and festive holiday experiences, but Christopher’s sadness did not dissipate, and nor did she expect such a result. “It’s okay to be sad. Just,” Sue Ellen paused, “Be sad at home. Be with your family and your son. Show him how you feel and that it’s okay for him to feel the same.” He listened the plain sense she offered and conceded. Self-pity was not a pretty colour on anyone. Bobby balanced himself with her steady hand, “I’ll bet you wished you adopted Christopher yourself, when you look at how well his life with me and Pam turned out to be.” His sister-in-law tactfully avoided [I]that[/I] particular can of worms, “That sounds like a conversation for another day.” It sounded a conversation for a sober day, at the very least. “Careful of the step,” she mindfully escorted him to her car outside. They rode the majority of the drive home in a contemplative silence. When the car entered the perimeter of Southfork, Bobby shifted uncomfortably and Sue Ellen empathised with the source of his concern. “Don’t worry, your mama and Clayton are out for dinner with Punk and his wife.” There was little worse than the welcome band in Bobby’s condition. “John Ross should be in bed, too. J.R. isn’t even home.” “You sound like you’re at peace with that?” Bobby phrased his observation as a question. Sue Ellen slyly smirked, “You know how J.R. is.” Their relationship was a conversation that required more consciousness than Bobby possessed after all the alcohol he had imbibed. “Besides, I’ve always said it’s you I should have married. Maybe I have a chance with Pamela out of the way?” His eyes momentarily widened, until he spotted the twinkle in her eye. “Come on,” she patted his arm. “Let’s put you to bed.” [/QUOTE]
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