My big fat Greek wedding

"But," Nicholas asked, obviously confused at such a gaping plot hole, "I thought your Dad was a stockbroker and your Mum ran bake sales? And what about poor little Timmy or Taylor or whatever his name is? (Though he doesn't feature much in this novel.)?"

Sally sighed. "Sigh. Nicholas, that was a long time ago. Now my parents work down a dirty mine for 17 hours a day, they only get sixpence a week, and when they come home Harry thrashes them with his belt!"
"Luxury!" Nicholas cried. "So, how will we ever save the day?"
"I don't know." Sally said sadly, soon surmising something suspicious could happen, threatening the lives of her parents. "I think the only thing to do is go along with Harry's plan until he wins Olympic gold. Then, hopefully, all will be well again."
Nicholas had a sneaking suspicicion this wasn't all that Harry was up to, however. "I have a sneaking suspicion that isn't all Harry is up to, however." He said. (Duh.)
Sally shivered. "Yeah. I try not to think about that, though. Just got to focus on makeup, boys, dressing in skimpy clothing, and the cheerleading squad. Trust me, it isn't hard."

Biff came up the stairs. "Sally, what are you doing talking to this nerd again? Lets go eat some steak or play some football or something!"
Sally looked down at Biff, then back to Nicholas. "Sorry Nick, best be keeping up appearances." She said, and ran down the stairs after Biff.

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