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“This is ridiculous. You know—”
“I need a wife. Got it.” He shook his head as he took some of the empty boxes out of the kitchen.
An hour later, the kitchen was in order and he and his sister had made a space at his small round table to eat their Chinese food.
“How long is the seminar your teaching in Atlanta?” he asked, digging into his container of egg fou yung with disposable chopsticks.
“A week. It’s the annual youth enrichment training. Counselors and teachers of various college youth programs will be in attendance, as well as summer hiring managers. It keeps everyone on the same page. There will be a semi-annual one in April right before at risk youth applications are due in from high school counselors.”
His sister had driven down from Lynchburg, Virginia where she lived with her husband and three children.
“Is Gary going to be alright with the rug rats alone until you return? Or did you send mom to him?”
“Uh, no.” She speared a chunk of dripping sweet and sour chicken with a plastic fork. “My husband will be fine. I taught him how to cook simple food with the first child so he wouldn’t kill them off the times I had to be away.”
“Well, if he can write software programs, I’m sure he had no problem following all the instructions you left him.”
She laughed hard. “You know me so well.”
He winked and joined in on the laughter. “Like mother like daughter.”
Jessie tossed a handful of take-out napkins at him.
They littered around him on the table and floor. “Really, Jess? Now that’s just something else we’re going to have to clean up.”
“After we finish eating, I’ll pick up the napkins and you take care of unpacking the bathroom.” She broke a part and egg roll.
Their teasing and laughter went on through the night as they made his house look lived in and presentable before they crashed late in the night.
“Where did you find pancake mix?” He frowned at the pan the next morning when he made his way into the kitchen after brushing his teeth and washing his face in his newly decorated guest bathroom. “I don’t recall having any.”
“You didn’t. I went out and got mix along with a few other items. You were sleep like the dead on the couch.” Jessie continued to stir the batter that had plump fresh blueberries in it.
My favorite.
“You’re the best.” He crossed to his sister at the stove and kissed her on the cheek. “Can I keep you?”
“No.” She hip checked him away from her as she smiled. “What you can do is get the table set and start squeezing oranges.”
“For the pancakes?”
“For juice, bug-boy.” His sister had called him that since his parents found him in the backyard one morning in his Spiderman pajamas digging in the ground after a rainstorm collecting warms.
His mother had been angry with him for getting muddy. Their father, Xavier, a general manager at a factory, had taken him out after breakfast to buy all the supplies he needed to set up a tank in his room.
He looked around for oranges, when he didn’t see them he went to the refrigerator. “I have oranges, apples, pears, lunch meat and cheese.” Glancing at his sister he smiled. “Do I smell bacon?”
“You do.” She poured a ladleful of mix onto the flat skillet then went to the microwave when it beeped. She pulled out a tray with crispy pieces of pork. “Now, grab those oranges and start squeezing.”
“I’m really going to kidnap you.” He set the bag of oranges on the counter before grabbing a knife and glasses.
“No, what you’re going to do is start to court Sonya.”
“How, when she’s purposely being elusive. I don’t want to show up at her house again and invade her privacy. I want her to feel safe at home, not like any day I’m going to come there.”
They’d had a great time at brunch that day and even though Sonya hadn’t said anything about him not coming by again, he knew she’d been uncomfortable with him at her house. He
“I need a wife. Got it.” He shook his head as he took some of the empty boxes out of the kitchen.
An hour later, the kitchen was in order and he and his sister had made a space at his small round table to eat their Chinese food.
“How long is the seminar your teaching in Atlanta?” he asked, digging into his container of egg fou yung with disposable chopsticks.
“A week. It’s the annual youth enrichment training. Counselors and teachers of various college youth programs will be in attendance, as well as summer hiring managers. It keeps everyone on the same page. There will be a semi-annual one in April right before at risk youth applications are due in from high school counselors.”
His sister had driven down from Lynchburg, Virginia where she lived with her husband and three children.
“Is Gary going to be alright with the rug rats alone until you return? Or did you send mom to him?”
“Uh, no.” She speared a chunk of dripping sweet and sour chicken with a plastic fork. “My husband will be fine. I taught him how to cook simple food with the first child so he wouldn’t kill them off the times I had to be away.”
“Well, if he can write software programs, I’m sure he had no problem following all the instructions you left him.”
She laughed hard. “You know me so well.”
He winked and joined in on the laughter. “Like mother like daughter.”
Jessie tossed a handful of take-out napkins at him.
They littered around him on the table and floor. “Really, Jess? Now that’s just something else we’re going to have to clean up.”
“After we finish eating, I’ll pick up the napkins and you take care of unpacking the bathroom.” She broke a part and egg roll.
Their teasing and laughter went on through the night as they made his house look lived in and presentable before they crashed late in the night.
“Where did you find pancake mix?” He frowned at the pan the next morning when he made his way into the kitchen after brushing his teeth and washing his face in his newly decorated guest bathroom. “I don’t recall having any.”
“You didn’t. I went out and got mix along with a few other items. You were sleep like the dead on the couch.” Jessie continued to stir the batter that had plump fresh blueberries in it.
My favorite.
“You’re the best.” He crossed to his sister at the stove and kissed her on the cheek. “Can I keep you?”
“No.” She hip checked him away from her as she smiled. “What you can do is get the table set and start squeezing oranges.”
“For the pancakes?”
“For juice, bug-boy.” His sister had called him that since his parents found him in the backyard one morning in his Spiderman pajamas digging in the ground after a rainstorm collecting warms.
His mother had been angry with him for getting muddy. Their father, Xavier, a general manager at a factory, had taken him out after breakfast to buy all the supplies he needed to set up a tank in his room.
He looked around for oranges, when he didn’t see them he went to the refrigerator. “I have oranges, apples, pears, lunch meat and cheese.” Glancing at his sister he smiled. “Do I smell bacon?”
“You do.” She poured a ladleful of mix onto the flat skillet then went to the microwave when it beeped. She pulled out a tray with crispy pieces of pork. “Now, grab those oranges and start squeezing.”
“I’m really going to kidnap you.” He set the bag of oranges on the counter before grabbing a knife and glasses.
“No, what you’re going to do is start to court Sonya.”
“How, when she’s purposely being elusive. I don’t want to show up at her house again and invade her privacy. I want her to feel safe at home, not like any day I’m going to come there.”
They’d had a great time at brunch that day and even though Sonya hadn’t said anything about him not coming by again, he knew she’d been uncomfortable with him at her house. He
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