I envy kids who have a parent around to solve problems. Other times Iâm proud of Benjamin and me for taking care of ourselves.
My parents usually get home around six oâclock and we eat dinner around seven. After that, they work at their desks while either Ben or I cleans up. Luckily, my parents donât cook much, so cleanup equals putting plates in the dishwasher and throwing away cardboard takeout containers.
Since it was a Friday night, the Jewish Sabbath, Mom had prepared what for us counted as a special, homemade dinner: spaghetti with sauce from a jar along with asalad from the expensive grocery store, the one where all the checkers have tattoos and even the ketchup is organic. My parents donât follow all the rules about being Jewish, but they like the rituals. So we had lit candles before dinner and said the Sabbath prayer in Hebrew.
Ike sat by my chair while we ate. When I was little, I used to drop a lot of foodâmore than Benjamin ever didâand even though I donât drop so much anymore, our dog stays optimistic.
When I told about tutoring Kayden, Benjamin had one question: âDid you dance in front of Mrs. Haley?â Benjamin is eight years old, a third grader.
I shrugged. âI kind of had to. She said I wasnât as bad as I thought and I should practice in front of a mirror.â
Benjamin made a face. âPlease promise me youâll keep your door closed. If I saw that, I might be traumatized for life.â My mom gave Benjamin a warning look, but he just grinned. âIâm young,â he said. âMy brainâs impressionable.â
âYour brain is soft, you mean,â I said.
Benjamin covered his head and squealed, â Donât hurt me !â
âEnough, you two,â my father said. âIs there any other news of the day?â
âOh yeah, I almost forgot,â I said, and I told about the e-mail from Grace.
âDid someone say cookies ?â My father perked up.
âCookies are bad for your heart,â Ben said.
âBut good for your soul,â said my father, which made my mom laugh. They have been married about a hundred years, but still really like each other. Sometimes itâs gross.
âSo if the cookies are supposed to help you solve a problem,â my mom said, âwhat problem do you need help with?â
There was something, but I didnât want to say it right then. âNothing much,â I answered. âMy life is actually going pretty smoothly.â
Note to self: Do not make that kind of announcement ever again. The universe just sees it as a challenge.
CHAPTER 21
Emma
There is no such thing as a clean-your-plate club in my family because (according to my parents) clean-your-plate clubs contribute to obesity. So I was trying to decide whether the remains of my dinnerâfour spaghetti noodles and a dressing-soaked lettuce leafâwere worth eating when my mom asked, âDid you scan those photos for GGâs book yet?â
It was the question I dreaded.
âRight,â I said, which was a way to answer without actually answering. Thenâleaving the last bites for the compost binâI stood up in a hurry. It was my turn to do the dishes, and also I didnât want to be asked for details.
GG is what we call my great-grandmother, and the photos were for a book the family was putting together for her ninetieth birthday in January. My grandmotherâGGâs daughter and my momâs momâwas coordinating it all. Momâs and my job was to scan old photographs of GGâs early life, write captions, and lay them out on pages.
Mom had thought this would be good for teaching me about family history and good for mother-daughter bonding. But sheâs so busy, we havenât even started yet, and it has to go to a printer by the end of next week.
Our dog, Ike, followed me into the kitchen. He is ten years old, which is old for a golden. He has a white
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