American Dad Francine's Sister Novels & Stories

“Ma’am, good afternoon. I’m Franc. I’m in love with Yam, and I don’t plan on leaving soon.” I choked. My aunt blinked. Then burst out laughing. “Well. You’re either bold or foolish. Welcome.” We sat in her living room, surrounded by plastic-covered furniture and cat figurines. She served us pancit and rice, and Franc ate like he hadn’t tasted tradition before. “He’s not like the others,” she told me later, while Franc admired a framed photo of me as a child dressed as a sunflower. “I know,” I said. “Does he know your damage?”

“ It's Uncle Igor! “ Francie said, Lailye Betrick peering into the dining room window, seeing a man of six feet tall, with shoulder-length red hair and blue eyes walking in the garden. “ Children, return to the table now. “ shouted furious Jonathan, the children's father and Igor's older brother. A serious and more apathetic man became when the subject concerned Igor. The three of them were going to sit down, but when the door opened, they ignored their father's order, running to Igor, hugging him. - My treasures. “ Igor hugged them and looked at them. “ Francine Francine was the oldest, a thirteen-year-old girl, with long hair down to her waist and blue eyes.

“I send my grandkids to United States, and they forget how to dress properly for the dinner table when they come back.” Theo leans back in his chair, smiling. “Hi, Papá. Good to see your attitude is still consistent.” “Theo,” Papá nods. “Are you over there taking care of your sister, or helping her destroy the house?” “Depends on the day,” Theo answers honestly.

My dad had left for work and my non walked in on me, turning my laptop on. "Jennifer didn't return last night and her phone is still turned off." She said and I rolled my eyes. "I don't understand why you are acting surprised." I turned to look at her, "in what generation does anyone sell their daughter off for the betterment of their company." I shook my head, "like forget the deal with stupid Marcel or whatever his name is, you'll get better offers, like, come on mom, if dad is all money hungry, what the fuck is in it for you."

Both men possessed sharp, distinctive features, and it was evident that they shared a resemblance, hinting that they were somewhat related. "Long time no see, brother," the man on the right spoke. My breath caught in my throat, struggling to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. Brother? These two were my father's brothers?! What the fuck?! They bore no resemblance to my father, neither in their features nor in their apparent age. "Dante," The name fell off of my dad's lips, his wide eyes betraying a deep recognition that spanned years. "Ah, so you do recognize us," Matteo, the man on the left, chimed in, a note of amusement lacing his words. "Impressive."

I wondered why his mother was yet to show up, they made it seem like this was some sort of distant house where one had to wait for a long while before they showed up. "No. Casey and Yvonne are my other sisters but they are way older, married and live with their husbands now. "Oh, I see." I said. I opened my mouth to raise a new question but a tall woman appeared through the doorway his sister had gone into. It explained his height instantly and the striking resemblance could not be dismissed. She looked extremely happy to see her child seated there. She put on a huge grin before turning to look at me. "Caramel dear?" She blurted, a bit of doubt edged into her sentence.

Dad sits opposite me on the wooden dining table, sipping from his maroon mug and taking large bites of his French toast. "You two should hurry up or Krystal will be late for school," Dad says as he gulps down the remnants of the beverage in his large mug and makes to take it to the kitchen to wash it. "Krystal, your bag is in the room, go and get it," he says over his shoulder. Krystal leaves, Dad stops at the door and gives me a pointed look. "You know Lily, one of the reasons why your mum and I had lots of agruments was because I think Lucie was killed, she didn't drown."

I feel my whole body start to freeze and my face go pale. I lightly chuckle. "Wait, no. I was with him just this afternoon. There has to be a mistake, right?" My dad avoids my gaze. I cover my mouth with one hand and start to cry. I take a few steps back, moving both my hands above my head. "What happened?" I ask through my tears. "Sean hit him when he was driving to the supermarket at a stop street." Jake replies, bitterness all over his face. He then turns his head to look at me, blame clear in his eyes.

The night I met Ricardo for the first time. ~ I rang the doorbell one more time and the door opened. My sister was standing there with a big smile on her face. “You sure took your time. I hope you had fun, and oh, stop forgetting your keys at home. You'll lock yourself out again.” “You know it's stress, Evangeline.” I pulled my coat tighter, my focus was no longer on the trophy. “Yeah, stress since you were like ten” she rolled her eyes and leaned on the doorframe.