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Hi everybody! Another chapter already?! I think yes! So like Chapter 36, I spent a lot of time on this one. The Bulgari family was heavily inspired by The Bluth Family in Arrested Development. It was my way to pay tribute to one of the greatest shows of all time! They all look like them, too, except the followings are mashup: Milo is Jason Bateman and Dylan McDermott, Gordon Milo is Michael Cera and Jesse Eisenberg, Leona is Portia de Rossi and Christine Taylor, Maybe is Alia Shawkat and Alexa Vega, Lucia is Jessica Walter and Jane Fonda, Gordon Sr. is Jeffrey Tambor and Alan Arkin, and Gib is Will Arnett and Patrick Wilson. Also, Delilah has crossed over into Stubborn Love, as have cameos from this chapter, so be sure to check it out!
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Chapter Sixty Eight: La Famiglia Circense (The Family Circus)
One Month Later
Delilah had been absolutely desolate since the raid. She barely left her room, locking herself away with the twins. There were days were she couldn't bear to look at them, for they were practically mini reincarnations of her deceased love and sister, but she had to. Delilah was the only family they had left in the world and she had to care for them, but it did little to pull her out of her misery. She would cry herself to sleep every night to the point of vomiting, days where she wouldn't eat at all and days where she would stuff her face with nothing but junk food. There was nothing that could be done to lift her spirits, the guilt was consuming at too great of pace.
Inventory Range had been bricked up and repainted, the blood and guts had been cleaned from the pavement, the totaled cars abandoned and traded in for new ones, along with a new gate being completed. While Jellbany appeared to be aesthetically pleasing once more, there was nothing that could be done to repair the damage that inhabitants were suffering.
Rick had tried everything to get through to Delilah, but she was practically catatonic. There were a few times when the twins fell asleep that she would sneak into his room and tuck herself in under the covers of his bed. No words were exchanged between them, only the first few times when Rick attempted to talk, but after that, he realized that she wanted nothing more than a warm embrace, the only peace she could obtain without cries of sorrow being her lullaby.
It wasn't until she heard from Rachelle two weeks ago that things seemed like they would improve. She had arrived via satellite ship, it had taken extra time because the group she was with was still working out the kinks, sailing smoothly and arriving in New York. The ship was left at the docks and her group travelled on the double decker bus from Italy, but they decided to take their time to Georgia in order to stock up on supplies. Gathering as much as they could on the journey, they were only two hours away from Atlanta, and Delilah finally felt hope shining through.
"Are you nervous?" Rick asked, to which Delilah nodded.
Not wanting to be alone, Delilah had asked Rick, Carl, and Carol to accompany her, despite that they were meeting in what was formerly the CDC. Besides, she needed backup in case everything went to hell. Arriving at the site, the three of them shared a moment of a time where they had had a glimpse of clarity and hope in their lives, only for it to be shot to shit so quickly, just like the farm and the prison after it. Although, things were indeed better now, but it didn't mean they could let their guard down any less.
"A little. It's been so long since I've seen her. I just hope her group is as good as she made them out to be. Is it weird for you to be back here?"
"A little, but I can't keep holding onto the past, especially when it can't be changed. The future is all we have."
Their conversation came to a halt when the sounds of a vehicle driving could be heard. They watched as a double decker bus with a large trailer attached pulled up and a woman got out that caught their eye immediately. The woman looked to be about five foot seven with medium olive skin, thick mid length brownish black hair, and full coral colored glossed lips. She was immaculately dressed in a short-sleeved V neck double breasted white suit with a skirt that went right above her knees and had a modest slit up the thigh. The outfit was topped off with a black and white sunhat worn to the side, a white and silver Gucci tote, black Dior sunglasses and shiny black patent leather Christian Louboutin heels. This had to be Rachelle, who looked way too regal for the apocalypse. Delilah found herself blinking in awe a couple times, she was astounded to see her mother.
"Mommy?"
Delilah always called her "Mommy", no matter how old she was. Carol and Rick glanced over at each other with a weird look before turning back. They watched Rachelle slowly take off her sunglasses, revealing almond shaped aquamarine eyes with dark lashes, exactly like Delilah's, her mouth slightly agape.
"Delilah?"
She was taken aback that after all this time, they were finally reunited, and felt tears stinging her eyes.
A huge smile spread across Delilah's face and happy tears started falling. This wasn't a dream, she was finally home.
"Mommy!"
Delilah ran up and threw her arms around her mother's neck to the point of jumping on her, almost toppling them to the ground. Rachelle wrapped her arms tightly around Delilah, both of them were crying. Rick and Carl all looked on, their own hearts uplifted as well. It was the first time in a month that Delilah was out of her depressed funk.
Rachelle released Delilah from the hug, her hands on her shoulders as she looked her daughter up and down. "I can't believe you're here in front of me right now. My baby girl, still as beautiful as the last time I saw you. Although you're a little too thin and look a bit tired, dear. We'll have to fix that."
Delilah chuckled, even during a zombie apocalypse, Rachelle still acted like a typical Jewish mother. "I'm eating and sleeping fine, thank you. But Mom, you look fantastic!" She couldn't believe how well her mom looked, it seemed like she hadn't endured a day of hell in the past two years since they last saw each other.
"It's from the charentais melon that's used in that Cindy Crawford Meaningful Beauty skincare. All I did was eat it and rub the juice on my face, it worked just as well if not better than the creams and fillers." She laughed before seeing Carol, Rick, and Carl over Delilah's shoulder. "Who are they? Where's your sister?"
Delilah's face fell, tears brimming her eyelids once more, she didn't know how to break the news to her mother about Christine and Billy. "Mom, she..." Her voice began to crack and the tears couldn't help but fall.
Rachelle's smile disappeared, knowing what happened without having to hear the words. "And Billy?" She watched her daughter nod. "What about Jennif-?" She didn't even have to finish as Delilah nodded profusely, and Rachelle felt her own eyes immediately water. "Oh, Delilah..." Just like old times, Rachelle took Delilah in her arms, bringing her head to her shoulder as she started stroking her hair. Mother and daughter crying together again, but this time, it was out of sadness instead of joy. "I'm so sorry I didn't try hard enough to bring you with me. I knew she wouldn't protect you like she promised."
LAX, MARCH 2011, RIGHT BEFORE THE OUTBREAK HIT CALIFORNIA
"Do you have everything?" Billy asked as they walked Charlotte to the security check.
"Yes, I do. I just wish Delilah wasn't late." Rachelle heavily sighed, looking down at her watch.
"I'm here! I'm here!" Delilah ran up to the group.

"Sorry, traffic was insane."
"It's so typical of you to be late, Delilah. Seriously." Christine huffed.
"I said I was sorry. I had to cash out my savings, Chrissy." Except that wasn't what Delilah was really doing. She had really gone to pick up Billy's wedding band that she had ordered months ago. With the apocalypse happening now more than ever, it was her only chance to retrieve it while things were still somewhat normal.
"Girls, please! I don't want you arguing right now! I don't know when I'll see you again and who knows how long the phones will last for? I'm lucky to have had gotten a flight out of here at all."
"You're right. I'm sorry, Mommy."
"Me, too." Christine reluctantly nodded.
"It's alright. Delilah, would you excuse us for a moment? There's some things I need to talk to your sister and Billy about."
"Alright, no problem."
Once Delilah walked away, Rachelle focused her attention on Billy.
"Billy, don't you dare do anything to hurt her. She's crazy about you, even picking you over me."
He nodded. "I know, I understand completely. Delilah will always be safe with me, Rachelle."
Rachelle was worried sick about leaving both her girls behind, but Delilah especially. She was her baby and she didn't have the best feeling about leaving her, but Delilah was strong willed and insisted on staying with Billy.
"I know. Christine, I need you to promise me that you'll protect Delilah. You're sisters."
Christine scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Billy, go talk to Delilah. I need a minute with my mom."
"Sure thing."
Her expression never changed, still disgusted. "Listen, like I know Delilah comes ahead of me since she's your actual child, but I don't care. I'm only staying because she begged me to. That and who knows what will happen to poor Billy? You know how batty Delilah can get. What I'm trying to say is that protecting her is a thankless job. If anything, I'll have to be watching my own back since she can barely follow directions. Forget the undead, she might be the one to get us all killed."
"I understand." Rachelle lovingly stroked the hair out of her face before sneaking her hand lower and clamping it around Christine's neck. She narrowed her eyes as the girl desperately gasped for air, the older woman almost lifting her off the ground. "If anything happens to her, and I mean ANYTHING at all, karma will get you. If by some kind of messed up fate that I die before this is over, I will come back to haunt you. Do you understand me, Christine?"
Christine nodded frantically, still gasping. "O-o-ok, I promise.
What Rachelle didn't know was that Christine didn't need Delilah, and pretty soon Billy wouldn't, either, not after she'd convince him to go along with the brilliant plan she concocted last night…

"They left me at the ranch in Texas because they wanted to start a new life together without me. I didn't see them again for almost eighteen months until they arrived at the factory by chance with a member from Rick's group. There was an attack last month and we couldn't find them. Jennifer died eight months ago in Dallas when she fell down and was bitten by walkers. Billy tried to save her, but she wouldn't let him. Christine put her out before Jennifer could even finish saying good bye to him."
Rachelle nodded, seeing the sorrow on her daughter's face, even though she knew that there was resentment and rage being hidden.
"That's not the only thing. Mom, you're a grandma now."
Rachelle's eyes widened, looking over at Rick and Carl. She could immediately tell that they were father and son because they looked alike, so she put two and two together. "You got married?! That's my step grandson? Are you pregnant, too?" She pointed at the two of them, which made Delilah turn around and immediately start laughing before motioning the boys over.
"No, no. I'm not pregnant or married. Billy and Christine had fraternal twins, Santino and Serena, they're fifteen months old."
"Your baby names." Rachelle could feel Delilah's devastation as she nodded once again. "Delee, I'm so sorry for everything you've been through, but I'm here now and I'm not leaving again. We'll be together always."
"Rachelle? Hi, I'm Carol. I've heard a lot about you." Carol smiled as she walked forward.
"Hi! It's wonderful to meet you, too." Despite having just met, they both had a feeling that they'd become good friends in the future.
Delilah smiled warmly at Rick as he walked up, the first smile directed at him in a month. "This is Rick Grimes, the modern day Superman."
Rick chuckled. "I don't know if I'd go that far." He turned back to Rachelle and extended his hand. "Rachelle, it's a pleasure." Up close, it was uncanny how much she and Delilah looked alike, more than Delilah and Christine ever did.
"And this fine lad right here is Carl." Delilah got behind Carl, putting her hands on his shoulders.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Daltrey." Carl extended his hand.
"Actually, it's Silverstone, but please, call me Rachelle. No need for formalities, but I'm impressed. It's incredibly rare to see a well mannered young man nowadays."
"Well, apocalypse or not, it's important that Carl knows how to act properly."
"I couldn't agree more."
Delilah couldn't help but notice how Rick and her mother were looking at each other. Was it flirtatious? No way, she was being paranoid. Besides, Rick was a free man that could do whatever he wanted, but Delilah hoped that he would have more respect than to make a pass at her own mother.
"There's some people I want you to meet as well, who are very special to me and will be to you, also." Rachelle said before turning around and motioning for her travel companions to make their entrance. Delilah's grin broadened.
"Ooo! Mom, you've been having a little overseas fun?"
They both giggled. "A little, and a little more than fun."
Three men and two women stepped out of the first level of the double decker bus. A tall man with lightly tanned skin and short wavy dark black hair that went to the back of his neck walked towards Rachelle. He was wearing a blue Oxford sweater that matched his eyes with a crisp blue and white seersucker button up shirt underneath paired off with black jeans and black loafers. "Rachelle, sweetheart."
Rachelle turned around and smiled at the man. "Darling, come here." She turned back to Delilah, beaming as the man came up and wrapped his arm her. "Delilah, this is Milo Bulgari."
Milo smiled, his mouth was pearly white and his dark blue eyes were twinkling, and extended his hand. "The famous Delilah, we finally meet. You really are the spitting image of your mother, if I do say so myself."
She shook his hand, feeling a little nervous because he was so dreamy, he looked like a cross of Dylan McDermott and Jason Bateman. "Hi there, it's so nice to meet you."
"Milo is my new husband and your stepfather."
Delilah laughingly gasped as her eyes widened and a huge grin spread across her face, she was in delighted shock. "You're married?"
Rachelle nodded. "Yes, we are."
"When?"
"May 18th of last year. Honey, I thought you said you had two daughters, and where is Delilah's fiancé?" Milo hadn't been able to stop before Rachelle shook her head and swiped her hand across her neck to not discuss it further, and his smile disappeared once it finally registered. "Oh." He turned back to Delilah, feeling embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea."
Delilah smiled warmly, trying to ease the situation. "It's perfectly fine, you didn't know, so there aren't any apologies necessary." While Milo's remorse was appreciated, she was in a hurry to change the subject. "So, what do I call you? Do I call you "Mr. Bulgari" or "Milo", or are you one of those guys that prefers to be called "Uncle"? "Uncle Milo". How about "Sir" or "Stepfather"? Yeah, "Stepfather Milo"?" She started nervously laughing, unsure of what was causing the sudden apprehension.
He cracked a laughing smile, already charmed by her. "No, none of that crazy stuff. Milo is fine. If you're fully comfortable with it, I have no problem if you call me "Dad".
His statement touched Delilah, whose face burst into a huge smile. "Really?"
Milo nodded. "Of course. Again, only if you're comfortable, no press-"
"Hi, Daddy!" She jumped in his arms and took him by surprise with a big hug, overwhelmingly excited to have a new father. "It's so nice to meet you, even though I already said that!"
He laughed as he wrapped his arms around Delilah to support her, overtaken by the girl's enthusiasm, as were the others. "It's wonderful to meet you, too, Delilah. I look forward to us getting to know each other better."
"Me too!"
Rick smiled as he watched Delilah, feeling truly happy. After the past month, she most certainly deserved it, but wished that things were better between them. With the exception of the few times she had come into his bed, they hadn't spoken much and it was driving him crazy, but he knew he had to give her time.
Delilah set herself down. "Milo, this is Rick and Carl, they're father and son, and our friend Carol." After they shook hands, Delilah raised an eyebrow, almost kicking herself for being so oblivious.
"Wait, did you say "Bvlgari"? Like, the jewelry?"
He nodded. "Guilty as charged, except we go by the original spelling with a "u" instead of a "v", but it's still the same pronunciation. My great grandfather Soitirios Voulgaris was the founder, my grandfather Constantino and his brother Giorgio helped open the store in via dei Condotti. My cousin Gianni took over when Uncle Giorgio died, but we were still kept on for advertising and marketing."
Delilah's jaw flew open. "Wow, how totally bitchen! I've always been a fan, such beautiful craftsmanship."
"I agree, just look at your mother's ring."
Rachelle held up her hand, nearly blinding everybody with the fourteen carat rock.
"Holy shit! That ring is huge!" Carl said, wide eyed.
"Carl! Language!"
"It's ok, Carl. That's the reaction most people have."
Delilah grabbed her mom's hand, still marveling over the ring. "Good taste and an actual personality. I like you already, Milo. Now, where's the rest of your clan?"
"In the bus, I'll bring them out. I should warn you, my family is a little eccentric and off the wall. After all, we are the Bulgari circus, so it's bound to have some freaks in the bunch."
Delilah giggled. "Oh, I'm sure you don't mean that."
Rachelle shook her head. "No, he does."
"Yep, I'm pretty much the only normal one." Milo nodded.
Delilah looked confused and shrugged. "I'll believe it when I see it, you're just so perfect and dreamy."
They watched as a young man walked up with the rest of the group following behind. He was tall and scrawny with brown eyes, sandy brownish blonde hair, small lips, and a small bird nose. Milo smiled as he wrapped his arm around him. "Delilah, this is my son, Gordon Milo, or "GM" for short."
"H-hi."
She smiled warmly at him. "GM? I like it. Hi, I'm your new stepsister, and it's really great to meet you!" Delilah threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him a little too tight out of pure excitement, not noticing his own excitement as well. Gordon Milo blushed and nervously laughed.
"Great to meet you, too."
Delilah pulled back, her hands on his arms. "You're the cutest thing! I could have used you around in high school!" She laughed.
"Yeah, yeah I guess. They call me "GM Aerial Silk" in the circus world." Rick and Carl could tell that he was immediately smitten with Delilah. He looked over at the trio with a wave and smile. "Hi there."
"Hey."
"That's not all. We have somebody very special we want to introduce you to. Gordon, come with me, I'm going to fill everybody in on what happened, so there isn't any confusion." Milo and GM left Rachelle with the foursome.
"So what do you think?"
"He's really handsome, that's for sure. I love them both. So who is this very special person you want to introduce me to?"
Delilah looked over Rachelle's shoulder to see Milo and GM walking back. "Wait, did you-?"
"Delilah, meet your new baby brother, Dante!"
They walked forward, revealing a healthy, round faced baby boy with hair the same color as Milo's, one brown eye and one blue. Delilah silently gasped, her heart beat increased, overtaken by surprise and happiness.
Dante blinked at Delilah before a huge smile spread across his face and he started giggling, clapping his hands at her.
"Here, why don't you hold him?" Milo handed Dante to Delilah, who immediately snuggled up, still smiling. Delilah laughed as happy tears fell.
"Hi, Dante. I'm your big sister. I can't believe this." She couldn't stop staring at him, still awestruck as she turned around, showing him to Rick, Carl, and Carol. "Isn't he a cutie?"
They nodded as they got a closer look at the baby. "Sure is. Hey, little guy." Carl scratched his little belly as Dante tried to grab it until deciding to go for Delilah's hair instead.
"Ow, Dante, not the hair." Delilah giggled, which made everybody else laugh.
Rick and Carol smiled, Delilah certainly had received a whole package of happiness today.
"I have a baby brother? How?"
"Well, it's a long story, but we were able to use a surrogate. Milo's brother-in-law Thaddeus used to be a plastic surgeon and was able to figure out how to use intrauterine insemination. Honey, where is Agnes?" Rachelle looked around.
"Who's Agnes?" Carl asked.
"She's my girlfriend." Gordon Milo pointed at himself proudly.
"I don't know, she was on the bus."
"AHHH! IS THAT HER?! OH, MY GOODNESS!" They watched an impeccably dressed older woman prancing up to Delilah as a man followed. The woman wrapped Delilah up in a hug, taking her by surprise. A blushing Delilah looked over at her mother, who shrugged with a smile.
"This is Lucia, Milo's mother."
"Hi, I'm Delilah. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lucia."
Lucia stepped back from the hug. "Hello, dear. You can call me Gam-Gam." She grabbed both of Delilah's hands, holding them out to the sides. "Oh, my goodness. Rachelle, you were right, she really is your Mini Me. You're a knock out, dear. Perfect teeth, nice posture, and look at that skin."
"Thank you very much." It hadn't even been a minute and already Delilah liked her.
"Maybre!" Lucia turned around to the rest of the family walking up. "Maybre, arrivare qui ora (Translation: Get here now!)!"
"What?"
"You can take some beauty tips from your new cousin here!"
"This my twin sister, Leona Furstenberg, also known as "Leona the Lion Tamer"." Thaddeus, Leona's husband, and their daughter Maybre, "The Clown" and "Tightly Trapezed", respectively."
Leona smiled, showing off pearly white teeth, exactly like her brother. "Leona will be just fine." The name fit her perfectly, for she exuded a lioness demure, along with her waist length golden hair, brownish green eyes, and slim figure, perhaps a little too slim for some. "I hope you'll have a spot for D'oro Malkia and Neve Maliki, my lions?"
Rick and Carol glanced at Delilah before looking back at each other. "You have a lion?" He asked.
"Lions, actually. Malkia is a Senegal lion and Maliki is a white lion. We had a gorgeous Bengal named Shiva but she was torn apart by those undead freaks. I'd like to find the son of a bitch who started this apocalypse, have my lions rip them to shreds and bring me his balls to wear as earrings." Leona huffed in exasperation. "I need a cigarette." With a flip of her hair, she pranced off. It was interesting how she had such a sudden mood switch, but hopefully she wouldn't be a problem.
Thaddeus, on the other hand, was her complete opposite. Balding with a ring of brown hair around his head, coke bottle glasses, spaced out teeth and a bit of a belly certainly set the two apart, not to mention the hint of flamboyance oblivious to only him.
"Hello, I'm "The Clown", I had to join the circus when my plastic surgery practice hit a rocky end, but I never really felt like a doctor, I was born to be a clown." Thaddeus glanced over at Rick. "Wow, look at those muscles! What do you bench press?" Before he could reply, Thaddeus cut him off. "What I want to know is if you can bench press me." He smiled widely, and it was easy to imagine him as a clown.
Maybre elbowed her father. "Dad, what did we talk about?" She mumbled under her breath.
"To be friendly."
"Not that friendly!" She glanced over at the others. "My name is a bit of an oxymoron, I'm a little too unwound if you get what I mean. Sometimes I think these two aren't even my real parents." Maybre said with a sly grin as she gave Delilah a hug. She looked nothing like her parents, she was shorter and curvy with tanned skin, brown curly hair and a splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks.
"Wait, "Tightly Trapezed and GM Aerial Silk"? Oh, my god! I remember you now! You and your troupe were on Dancing With The Stars, Season 12! The same season I was on!"
Maybre smiled and started nodding. "Yeah! You and your partner won that season! You were incredible!"
Delilah scoffed. "Pfft, me?! What about you?! I would kill to do even half of the moves you two can do. I remember the crowd going bonkerz that night over you guys to your "Bring Me To Life" number. I was watching backstage holding my breath because it was such a jaw dropping, heart stopping performance!"
"DELILAH! DELILAH!"
A gawky man with glasses and a very short buzz cut skipped over and lifted Delilah up, shaking her as he spun around wildly.
"Whoa! H-h-hi!"
"DELILAH! DELILAH! DELILAH!"
"Bugsy, calm yourself! No more gummy bears for you, young man!" Lucia pointed her finger and scolded before lightly slapping his shoulder before he set Delilah down, who had to do everything not to stumble.
"Mother, I am a grown adult man and can eat all the gummy bears I want! Lucia the Last let me have all the gummy bears I wanted!" Bugsy shouted in her face, but she stood her ground, crossing her arms and giving him an intimidating look.
"I don't want to hear it about Lucia the Last, that's all I've been hearing for two weeks. 'Lucia the Last' this, 'Lucia the Last' that! If you loved Lucia the Last that much you could have stayed with her back in Italy! You two scatterbrains wouldn't last a day without us, the zombies would be picking you over by now."
"Lucia, Lucia, would you give the boy a damn break? He schtuped your best friend, so what? We should be thanking the gods that he even got some tail at all, he's a walking freak." An older gentleman walked up wearing a Tommy Bahama shirt and linen pants, just like Rick in his dream, except this man had round glasses, a bit of a belly, and was almost bald.
"Dad, can we not?" Milo asked, looking slightly embarrassed.
"What? You know I'm right." He turned to Delilah and the others. "Gordon Bulgari, the original ringleader before I had Milo take over, you must be Delilah, and my, what a ravishing peach you are." Gordon smiled and gave Delilah a kiss on the forehead. She smiled awkwardly, understanding what Milo had been saying earlier.
"Gordon! It's not enough that you had an affair with the crazy assistant you have to hit on your new granddaughter, you lecherous old man?"
"I wasn't, the girl is a peach! Besides, I'm not the one that made that nutjob crazy, Gib did the damage by promising to marry her and then taking off. I always told that boy, never start up with the magician's assistant."
"Speaking of which, where is Gib?"
The beginning instrumentals of "Man in Motion" started playing as a loud voice emitted through the air with a cloud of smoke.
"Here I am, the best and the only best, best in the bed and best on the stage, Gib the Illusionist!" The chorus of the song started playing as the cloud turned into gold glitter in the shape of an eagle, rising up and disintegrating to rain down on everybody. Gib appeared with his arms up in the air and his hands turned in. He was tall and lanky with thin brown hair and green eyes.
"Gib, the circus had it's final curtain call. Can you stop being 'The Illusionist' and come over here, please?" Milo asked.
"I will always be "The Illusionist", because I'm the best there ever is and you're just a jealous cat. Arrrghh-Owwww! Arrghhh-Owwww!" Gib started slithering around like a cat, to which Milo rolled his eyes.
Rick, Carol and Carl didn't know what to think either. Were these people really reliable to have around? If Gib kept up with that loud music, walkers would once again invade Jellbany. Except it wasn't their call.
"Well, hel-lo there, pretty lady. I didn't expect you to be so beautiful in person, it's a good thing we're not related by blood." Gib wriggled his eyebrows at Delilah, who almost wanted to vomit.
"WOO-HOO! LET'S PAR-TAY! R-O-C-K IN THE U.S.A.! STEWEY HOYT! STEWEY HOYT!"
A buff looking brunette pranced out of the bus, jumping around with a football.
"That's my boyfriend, Stewey Hoyt." Maybre said, waving girlishly at him, a dreamy look in her eyes.
Delilah smiled at them. Yes, they were quite frankly the oddest bunch she had ever met, but she had instantly fallen in love with them. They were a true family and they seemed to care a great deal for each other regardless of their dysfunction.
"I'm really glad that you're all here and I can't wait to get to know everybody better. We should probably hit the road." Delilah was about to turn around when she noticed a round shouldered, plain looking sandy blonde girl standing off to the side. "Oh, who are you? Are you lost?"
"Ahh, Agnes! There you are!" Milo said, motioning her over. "Where have you been?"
"Right here this whole time…" She replied, looking all around.
"Really? Hmm. Could have fooled me." GM awkwardly laughed.
"So, what do you think?" Delilah asked Rick and Carol as they walked back to the car.
"I think we're in for a real show." Rick said with a smirk.
"This is going to sound crazy, but they kind of remind me of this show that was around for a while, about a guy and his family." Carol added. "The dad was in jail and the one son was the glue that held this bunch of nuts together…"
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