Stories, Thoughts and Snippets
Dinner 1 Dinner 2 Dinner 3 Dinner 4
"I don't remember, some kind of factory or something."
"Well, you remember to ask tomorrow, and let me know what she says."
"Ok, Mama."
I turned to the side and put my feet up on the couch, sliding down against the armrest. My feet didn't really hurt, at least not like they had when I was working down at the drugstore, but this had been my ritual for relaxing for so long that I couldn't really see any other way to unwind.
"What's for dinner, mama?"
"I left a casserole out to thaw this morning, I'll put it in the stove in a half an hour or so, should be done about seven."
"I don't like casserole."
"Boy don't give me any grief, there isn't anything in there you don't like it's potatoes, ham, and cheese mostly." Shawn made an unhappy little grunting noise, but it didn't seem worth the energy to pursue it. I heard some thumping coming down the stairs and opened my eyes.
"Hey, Mom."
"Hi, Andre, how's was your day."
"It was good, I got to play basketball at recess, and I got my math test back, and I got a ninety-four."
"That's really good kiddo. I'm proud of you. Did Mrs. Henderson give you anything to give me?"
"No, I didn't see her today."
"Good."
"Hey, mom is it ok if Bobby comes over on Friday night? His parents are going somewhere and he doesn't want to go, so is it ok if he stays with us instead?"
"It's fine with me, but I'll have to give his parents a call."
"Thanks, mom."
"Do you boys have any homework tonight?"
"I had to read a chapter of my book, but I finished already."
"That's good. How about you, Shawn."
"I don't have anything."