Back To The Future

“It’s worse,” Doc Brown said, rushing back toward him. “Quick, let’s cover the time machine.”

As they threw a heavy tarpaulin over the DeLorean, Doc continued. “It’s your mother,” he said. “Did you tell her where you live?”

“No. I’d be crazy to do that.”

“Then she must have tracked you down by herself. Boy, this dame really has the hots.”

The knock at the door was repeated.

“Should we let her in?” Marty asked.

“We better,” Doc Brown said. “I think she saw me when I looked out. Anyway, if she followed you here, she probably knows you’re inside.”

Marty went to the door and let Lorraine in.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“Mom—I mean, Lorraine. How did you find me?”

“I followed you.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to know where you lived.”

“That makes sense, I guess.”

Lorraine looked around him, smiled tightly.

“Oh,” Marty said, moving aside. “Uh, this is my Uncle Brown.”

“Uncle Brown?” she repeated.

“Emmett,” Doc said.

“Hi.”

Returning her glance to Marty, Lorraine took a deep breath and launched into a brief speech which was obviously rehearsed.

“Marty,” she said, “this may seem a little forward, but I was hoping you might take me to the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance Saturday.”

Marty should have been prepared for the proposal but somehow was not. Clearing his throat nervously, he glanced down at his right foot. “I don’t think I can make it,” he replied. “You see, all that running around this afternoon—I think I twisted my ankle so bad—”

“You walked home without any trouble,” Lorraine interjected.

“Yeah, but I’ve done this before. I know it’ll really be bad tomorrow morning and probably keep me in bed a week or so.”

“I don’t believe you,” Lorraine murmured. Her eyes started to mist over. “I think that’s just an excuse to get out of going with me.”

“No,” Marty cried. “It’s not that. It’s just that…well, I’m a lousy dancer. I’ve got two left feet. Make that three left feet. I get so embarrassed…” He trailed off, trying to appear inept.

“We don’t have to dance,” Lorraine suggested. “If you’re shy about your dancing, all right, but I think you’re just being modest. Anybody who could move around on skates the way you did this afternoon has got to have something.”

It was a good point but Marty decided not to deal with it. Instead he said: “You know who really wants to take you, and I really think you’d hit it off with him—George McFly.”

“I knew you were gonna say that.”

“Because I happen to think it’s true. I think there’s some chemistry there between you two. Maybe you don’t feel it yet, but it’s coming.”