I think Kyle meant to use Jorge's name because Jorge is the husband that would have had to deal with the pregnancy and thus, Albert. Therefore, I used the name Jorge. I'm confused but not displeased about the choice to spell Jorge in that way.
Even the bang of the front door being kicked
open couldn’t divert Jorge’s incredulous gaze from his son’s cold, black eyes.
This was not the Albert he once knew, the fun-loving pup that would giggle
during bath time when Jorge would loofa his not-yet gigantic nose.
“ON YOUR KNEES! HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD!”
Jorge’s fatherly instinct, even after all this
time, resurfaced as effortlessly as a humpback. “Excuse me, sir. My son has
neither knees nor hands. Let’s try to keep our language a little more
inclusive, please.” They had been dealing with this kind of insensitivity as a
family ever since Albert was born. Maybe that’s what drove him to a life of
crime, thought George. The world’s intolerance to those that look slightly different.
“No funny stuff or we’ll shoot! ON YOUR
KNEES!”
Jorge realized the guns we’re being pointed at
him, not the 7,000 pound, self-confessed drug kingpin that he was sitting across
the table from.
“What the hell did I do?” The SWAT team,
realizing that he was unarmed had circled closed to him. He felt a boot land on
the small of his back, pushing him off the chair and onto his knees on the
ground.
“We have multiple informants saying that Berto
Elefante, the largest supplier of methamphetamines in the western United States
would be in this house at this time. Seeing as the only other person here is
this woman,” Jorge saw Mary struggling in the arms of two SWAT members in the
next room. “you are coming with us to answer a few questions.”
“Whaaat?” Jorge gasped. “Do I look like a meth
kingpin to you?” He gestured to his neatly tucked in flannel shirt and
well-pressed slacks. Unfortunately for him, due to the incredible popularity of
the AMC original series Breaking Bad he looked exactly like what every TV
viewer in America assumed a meth kingpin looked like. Evidently, the rigorous
training of the SWAT team members didn’t prevent them from watching TV's most
popular programs.
“Come on, sir. Let’s go.”
Jorge looked pleadingly to his son. “Albert,
please, help me out. Tell them the truth.”
Albert looked at his father’s face and then let
out a thunderous roar, a seal noise that he had always been ashamed of using in
front of his parents.
Jorge heard one of the SWAT guys mutter to his
comrade. “Jesus, these drug guys and their pets. Now we we’ve got to find an
aquarium that will take that thing.”
It took Jorge a moment to realize what had happened.
His son had let him take the fall for his own heinous crimes. He and Mary were
going to prison.
Option A- Albert tries to save his parents
Option B-Jorge and Mary escape, vowing revenge
on their traitorous seal son.
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