Who against who? Round 6, FINALS:

Hi Queenie, hope you are well and having a good weekend 😊

Kaylee tries to set up Facebook accounts for her uncles and tries to show them how to use it to try to encourage some curiosity outside the Big House.

"Okay, so...here's your page, Uncle Bobby, I made sure to put a bunch of games on it...and Uncle Trav, I put instructions for how to look people up here on the sticky note beside your login info...and Uncle Jack, uh..." Kaylee paused for perhaps a moment too long with her hand hovering over the enter key. She'd spent the past...well, okay, she didn't actually want to stop and think about how much time she'd just wasted trying to explain the basics of Facebook to the three of them honestly, but it'd been long enough that she'd forgotten why she'd saved Uncle Jack's account for last.

When the weight of their eyes was too much for her, she finished signing in, assuming her sweetest and most innocent smile a millisecond before Uncle Bobby pointed out the obvious: "Wait...why's he already got friends and shit?"

She sniffed once, cleared her throat, and, careful not to let anything even resembling guilt flit across her face, gave them the God's honest truth, admitting, "Yeah, so...Caleb and I got kinda bored last summer, and...blah blah blah, we mighta started catfishing a buncha old ladies to see if they'd give us their secret family recipes, or pictures of their pets."

"...how, in the name of God," Uncle Travis started, talking real slow and real jerky, the way he always did when he felt like he'd been wronged somehow, "did you get that many messages pretending to be Jack?!"

Instead of answering him straightaway, Kaylee clicked on the collection of profile photos and flipped through them, revealing what was essentially a flipbook of Uncle Jack holding up progressively weirder and weirder hunting trophies, starting with a smallmouth bass and ending (for now) with a big-eyed alien roasting on a spit; to either side of her, Uncle Jack and Uncle Bobby started snickering, and only then did she grin with pride, sitting shoulders back and chin-up as she announced, "Wait 'til you see the posts we've been makin' in the conspiracy groups!"

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

Well good morning darling! Please consider this ask a a down deposit for whenever the next six-sentence weekend may be. For i come bearing lyrics that while the chorus fits the Hackett family to a fucking T, literally none of the rest of the lyrics do so you get them as a prompt and not a recommendation lol.

'I figured

"Oh, hey, maybe just ignore it, it'll go away

Keep it in the family for today"

Everybody knows

Everybody knows somebody with something to hide'

All you had to do was keep an ear open; in towns like theirs, small towns, close ones, ones where everyone knew everyone else's business, you heard plenty of it out in the open, so deeply rooted and so well known that people didn't bother covering their mouths as they spoke on it. It came in snippets, half-heard in grocery aisles or out back of the bar, said in the same matter-of-fact tones the weather was discussed in: "...cancer, you know, like his father had..." "...whole damn family's got it, that, oh whatsitcalled, with the thyroid..." "...once they start bleeding they just don't stop, and I heard it's all on account of that mother of theirs..."

You never heard them talk about the Hacketts that way, though - if you listened close, you realized no, they never had anything to say about the Hacketts that they couldn't say with a full chest and straight to their faces.

Mostly because no one could figure out just what it was, the thing that was wrong inside of them, whether it was borne in the blood, bone, or brain. Anyone who was anyone in North Kill had grown up at the knee of someone - a grandparent or great-uncle - who'd filled their heads with talk of Septimus Hackett's wicked temper or Francis Hackett's legendary brutality, the former cheating his workers out of their livelihoods while the latter simply shackled his children to boozing and bootlegging, how both were always smart enough to keep a son, nephew, cousin, kin planted firmly among the law to ensure nothing ever came of it.

But Jed and his had never done anything wrong, so far as anyone in town could tell, so...whatever was wrong in their line, whatever sickness they passed down from one to another, well...it probably skipped a generation or two.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!