Linda Ronstadt Simpsons Novels & Stories

"You mean… the person lying inside earlier… that was my mom?" Before I could even nod, Linda screamed like someone had stepped on her tail. "Impossible! That's absolutely impossible!” "Don't listen to her. She's completely making things up!” "That old woman looked poor and shabby, and she even walked with a limp. How could someone like that possibly be the elegant Mrs. Smith? Don't let her mislead you!" Linda seemed convinced her logic was flawless, like she fully expected Nash and Shirley to jump in and defend her like they always had before.

Even the Dobre family paused, some of them turning to get a better look. Linda smiled coolly as the woman gasped, her eyes twinkling with a mix of recognition and just a hint of amusement. “Yes, it’s me,” she said, her voice smooth and easy. She handled the attention with a quiet grace, which was far more than I could say for myself. “I knew it! You’re the one who…” the woman continued, clearly struggling to form a coherent sentence. She was obviously starstruck, and it was honestly a little bit funny to watch.

"What are you saying, Mom? We've only taken some of your supplements, why do you have to make such a fuss? Luke is your grandson. What's wrong with him taking some of your supplements and using them as gifts?" Linda's chest heaved up and down continuously. However, looking at Shona's aggressive attitude, she was at a loss for words. In the end, Linda returned to her room without saying a word. Her hair had all turned grey a long time ago. Linda sat on the bed and held her phone in her hand. Looking through the contacts, she found the name "Laura" but couldn't press the dial button. Tears trickled down her face. Linda's heart ached.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve been staring at him, young lady. What are you, some sort of… hooker trying to seduce our sweet Jacey?” The other one nodded, lips pursed like she’d tasted something bitter. “It won’t work. He’s perfect. Impeccable. He’s not going to fall for some loud street girl who throws sass around like confetti.” Then she had the audacity to spit at Linda’s feet. Gasps echoed. Linda blinked once. Then twice. “Did she just spit? On my air forces?” She turned slowly, dramatically. “Ma’am… I will beat you so hard the collagen in your face will migrate to your ankles.”

*** Solana *** Solana's heart was in her stomach as Mr. Gonza approached. Linda, his assistant, was beside him. She had a file under her arm as she typed on her phone with one hand. 'Please god, I still need this job... for food... and rent.' Her boss slowed his strides when he came a few feet closer. "Good morning, Mr. Gonza. Miss Lance." She greeted the two. "You're early today." Her boss said.

she called, and Linda nodded with an apologetic look. “I am sorry, sis.” “What…Linda!” – Linda was dressed in Lena’s clothes and held her hair in the exact way Lena loved; she walked downstairs while rubbing her palms. Her gaze moved to Dante, who stood by the kitchen door. “He seems to have grown a liking for the little maid,” Linda thought in amusement before she cleared her throat, trying to gain his attention. “You are ready,” Dante said before his gaze lingered on Linda’s face for a while.

Seeing that, Linda's pain showed on her face, and she hurried over despite her clothes being soaked from helping Rory bathe. As she arched her back to coax Rory, her shirt dangled loosely, affording Henry the perfect view. Her figure was flawless too—curvaceous and voluptuous—and men could never resist that. Linda seemed not to notice, as she seemed distracted by her crying daughter. As Rory kept bawling no matter what, Linda said, "Be good, okay, Rory? Did you forget the doctor saying that you shouldn't get upset?" Rory refused to listen, shaking her head repeatedly as she was insistent that Henry stayed.

She kind of looks like a chipmunk. “Nothing.” I play dumb. She finishes chewing the last bit of her popcorn and then narrows her eyes at me. “I don’t believe you. You’ve been staring at me and smirking for the last ten minutes.” I shake my head. “There’s no way it’s been ten minutes. Maybe four minutes max.” “Aha! So you were staring at me!” Linda accuses me. “Okay, maybe I was. What’s wrong with staring at a beautiful goddess?” I pout.

Jane murmured thoughtfully, “anyway, I’ll let you go – thanks for listening Linda.” “Anytime girl.” Linda assured her. “I’ll talk to you later.” “Bye.” Jane said, hanging up. As soon as the line clicked, Riley hurriedly exclaimed, “Auntie Linda?” Linda paused, “Riley? Is that you?” “Yes.” The pup answered happily, exchanging a smile with her siblings. “And we need your help.” ___________________

Instead, he’d handed Kendrick a perfect PR moment. From the hospital bed, Linda sat up and grabbed a banana from the nightstand. She peeled it slowly, calmly, like she was watching a play. “Seriously, Mr. Gregory, can you try acting like a man for once? Let it go. You missed your chance. Why keep torturing yourself like this?” “You know nothing.” “Ha!” She laughed around a mouthful of banana. “I guess I don’t. I’ve never lived the bored, emotionally-stunted life of a spoiled little rich boy.”