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The Language That Gets the Job Done by Sary (G)
Fandom: THE WEST WING
Pairing: mention of Charlie/Zoey, but it's Charlie gen-fic
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: Wednesday Night Rants
Why this must be read:
This is an understated, wistful story where Charlie muses over his job and his family and how one is taking time away from the other.
He comes home early and has dinner with his little sister and they dance to their mother’s CDs. But as you absorb it, you feel Charlie and Deena’s quiet pain at the loss of their mother and the subtle strength that gets both of them through the day.
Charlie's solid, not flashy, and he's overlooked a lot, but with Mrs. Landingham gone, he's become a touchstone for the President, and this story is a nice look at him beyond his White House duties.
Mom didn't talk about her childhood too terribly often. She told us house-tales -- told us about the time Grandma Lucy took her to a restaurant and asked for a glass of water, a dollop of ketchup, and saltines, and created tomato soup for free. And about the time Grandpa Joe thought he lost baby Mina in a crowd, and it turned out she was sitting on his shoulders playing with his hat the whole time. But she didn't tell us too terribly much about what happened outside the family.
"When you're older," she liked to say a lot, and now I'm older and she's dead.
So I'm standing here doing the dishes, and I don't know the first thing about my mother's life when she was my age. And I'm too old, and I'm too young, and my little sister is sitting at the kitchen table behind me and she hasn't said a word for 17 minutes.
The Language That Gets the Job Done by Sary
Pairing: mention of Charlie/Zoey, but it's Charlie gen-fic
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: Wednesday Night Rants
Why this must be read:
This is an understated, wistful story where Charlie muses over his job and his family and how one is taking time away from the other.
He comes home early and has dinner with his little sister and they dance to their mother’s CDs. But as you absorb it, you feel Charlie and Deena’s quiet pain at the loss of their mother and the subtle strength that gets both of them through the day.
Charlie's solid, not flashy, and he's overlooked a lot, but with Mrs. Landingham gone, he's become a touchstone for the President, and this story is a nice look at him beyond his White House duties.
Mom didn't talk about her childhood too terribly often. She told us house-tales -- told us about the time Grandma Lucy took her to a restaurant and asked for a glass of water, a dollop of ketchup, and saltines, and created tomato soup for free. And about the time Grandpa Joe thought he lost baby Mina in a crowd, and it turned out she was sitting on his shoulders playing with his hat the whole time. But she didn't tell us too terribly much about what happened outside the family.
"When you're older," she liked to say a lot, and now I'm older and she's dead.
So I'm standing here doing the dishes, and I don't know the first thing about my mother's life when she was my age. And I'm too old, and I'm too young, and my little sister is sitting at the kitchen table behind me and she hasn't said a word for 17 minutes.
The Language That Gets the Job Done by Sary