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the bad memories, being home gave me a sense of comfort and belonging.
That night, I ate way too much as usual. My dad went to our favorite bakery and bought chocolate chip cannoli’s I couldn’t refuse. He fell asleep in his rocking chair, and I fell asleep on the couch. I woke around two and we both went to our rooms. The quietness of the house and the familiar smells put me to sleep almost instantly. What a wonderful feeling curling up in my bed, listening to my dad snore, and the refrigerator making the chirping sound it did when I lived there.
* * * * *
Sunday morning came with my dad calling me at seven in the morning. I was in a deep sleep and I could hear him in the distance.
“Mooch, come on.”
“What? Is the house on fire?” I mumbled half asleep. The thought of getting out of my comfy bed was not what I had in mind. I was prepared to sleep all day.
“Breakfast at Eddies. We have to go. Get your butt in gear. I have a busy day planned for us,”
The familiar aroma of coffee brewing in the morning reminded me of how horrible his coffee always tasted.
“Can’t we do lunch. I’m so tired,” I whined like I did when I lived there. I turned over and covered my head.
I could hear his footsteps as he started walking up the stairs. When I was little, that usually meant he was getting me up by force. “You better do what you’re told or I’m going to ground you,” he laughed. I threw off the covers and sat up.
“Wow, what a change. I remember begging you to take me to breakfast back in the day.” I would beg to go to Eddies when I was a kid, but he was always too hungover and slept till noon.
“Don’t start. I’m a new man now.” I wished he became a new man when I needed him. I didn’t want to argue and decided to enjoy my time.
“I’m coming, Dad. Let me at least take a shower and put on makeup.”
“No time. You have to hurry. The shower is okay, but no time for the makeup shit.”
“What’s the big hurry?”
“Someone’s going to be at Eddies I want you to meet,” he smiled at me.
“This better not be one of your fix-ups with a random customer from the store, Dad. I don’t want it.” I brushed the hair out of my eyes.
My dad hated Kris and wanted to fix me up with several of the guys who frequented the store. Most of them were contractors and Italian or “spaghetti benders” as he called them. I told him over and over, hooking up with any of them was not going to happen and I wasn’t getting involved with someone in Ohio.
“Get moving and let’s go.”
I swung my legs out of the side of the bed, checked my phone, and noticed I had two texts. The first one was from Sven.
How is life in Hee Haw Hell?
To Sven, anything not inside New York City was hillbilly or hell. I would call him later. The other text was from none other than Mr. Andrews.
You’re thinking of me. Colt
The text made my face flush and I couldn’t help but smile. I contemplated texting him back when my dad yelled back to me.
“Gabriella, are you ready?” I turned off my phone without responding.
This was hopeless. I threw on my yoga pants, sweatshirt, and tennis shoes and put my hair in a ponytail. I would have to get a shower later.
“Coming, Dad.”
He took me into the restaurant like he was showing off a princess, and to him, I was. The place was busier than I remembered, but several of the usual’s were there and they all seemed glad to see me. My dad’s buddies asked me how the big city was, if I was on television, and how could I stand all the noise. I noticed the same people from high school around the town with no hopes of getting out or doing better. Chuck Stance, the star quarterback was now the head mechanic at Sonny’s Tire. Cindy Carter the girl most likely to succeed was now the girl with the most children. Five in tow and pregnant with another, I tried not to stare at her, shocked. Her flawless complexion and the perfect figure were long gone. She was there eating with all
That night, I ate way too much as usual. My dad went to our favorite bakery and bought chocolate chip cannoli’s I couldn’t refuse. He fell asleep in his rocking chair, and I fell asleep on the couch. I woke around two and we both went to our rooms. The quietness of the house and the familiar smells put me to sleep almost instantly. What a wonderful feeling curling up in my bed, listening to my dad snore, and the refrigerator making the chirping sound it did when I lived there.
* * * * *
Sunday morning came with my dad calling me at seven in the morning. I was in a deep sleep and I could hear him in the distance.
“Mooch, come on.”
“What? Is the house on fire?” I mumbled half asleep. The thought of getting out of my comfy bed was not what I had in mind. I was prepared to sleep all day.
“Breakfast at Eddies. We have to go. Get your butt in gear. I have a busy day planned for us,”
The familiar aroma of coffee brewing in the morning reminded me of how horrible his coffee always tasted.
“Can’t we do lunch. I’m so tired,” I whined like I did when I lived there. I turned over and covered my head.
I could hear his footsteps as he started walking up the stairs. When I was little, that usually meant he was getting me up by force. “You better do what you’re told or I’m going to ground you,” he laughed. I threw off the covers and sat up.
“Wow, what a change. I remember begging you to take me to breakfast back in the day.” I would beg to go to Eddies when I was a kid, but he was always too hungover and slept till noon.
“Don’t start. I’m a new man now.” I wished he became a new man when I needed him. I didn’t want to argue and decided to enjoy my time.
“I’m coming, Dad. Let me at least take a shower and put on makeup.”
“No time. You have to hurry. The shower is okay, but no time for the makeup shit.”
“What’s the big hurry?”
“Someone’s going to be at Eddies I want you to meet,” he smiled at me.
“This better not be one of your fix-ups with a random customer from the store, Dad. I don’t want it.” I brushed the hair out of my eyes.
My dad hated Kris and wanted to fix me up with several of the guys who frequented the store. Most of them were contractors and Italian or “spaghetti benders” as he called them. I told him over and over, hooking up with any of them was not going to happen and I wasn’t getting involved with someone in Ohio.
“Get moving and let’s go.”
I swung my legs out of the side of the bed, checked my phone, and noticed I had two texts. The first one was from Sven.
How is life in Hee Haw Hell?
To Sven, anything not inside New York City was hillbilly or hell. I would call him later. The other text was from none other than Mr. Andrews.
You’re thinking of me. Colt
The text made my face flush and I couldn’t help but smile. I contemplated texting him back when my dad yelled back to me.
“Gabriella, are you ready?” I turned off my phone without responding.
This was hopeless. I threw on my yoga pants, sweatshirt, and tennis shoes and put my hair in a ponytail. I would have to get a shower later.
“Coming, Dad.”
He took me into the restaurant like he was showing off a princess, and to him, I was. The place was busier than I remembered, but several of the usual’s were there and they all seemed glad to see me. My dad’s buddies asked me how the big city was, if I was on television, and how could I stand all the noise. I noticed the same people from high school around the town with no hopes of getting out or doing better. Chuck Stance, the star quarterback was now the head mechanic at Sonny’s Tire. Cindy Carter the girl most likely to succeed was now the girl with the most children. Five in tow and pregnant with another, I tried not to stare at her, shocked. Her flawless complexion and the perfect figure were long gone. She was there eating with all
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