5.18.2006

The last one... and begging for ideas

So I had a wonderful breakfast this morning: a fried egg, two pieces of honey wheat toast, both buttered, and one with peanut butter, and a bowl of honey bunches of oast (con almonds) with soymilk. It was delicious. I was worried about using another frying pan, because I’ve ended up having to wash them all, and didn’t want eggs THAT bad, but dad had already made eggs for I dunno. So I did too.

Anyway, this is the last installment of the Williams’. I found out that two of my readers are out of town, but that’s no excuse for not having any comments for ideas for this poor family. I copied everything I have, including the incomplete sentence at the end, but I added some ellipses afterward, so yes, it does drop off into oblivion. That’s why I need your help. Comments start… (1…2…3…) NOW.

 

Although the weather hadn’t changed much since he came in that morning, it seemed different: the wind was no longer a gust, it seemed more a breeze; the cool temperature wasn’t cold, it was now brisk.  He felt good, and got in his car but didn’t go anywhere immediately because he didn’t know where he would go. He didn’t want to go home, but he didn’t feel like driving around everywhere, so he thought for a moment, turning off the radio. He looked out across the parking lot and saw some napkins and a small paper cup strewn off in the corner farthest from the building. He thought nothing of it, but it gave him his idea. He started the car and drove away.

Sarah was finishing a small quiz in her Portuguese class. She wanted to spend some time in Brazil in the coming years. A family member had a business that was thriving down there (coffee-related, of course), and had volunteered to let her see what of it she wanted while she visited. The corporate world was booming in Brazil, and she loved the language and the people. Having already taken Spanish, it wasn’t that difficult a jump for her, and she was acing the class. She had the last blank to fill in next to the word “climb,” and she wrote “escalada,” without pausing.  She looked over her work, satisfied with how quickly she had finished, but she wasn’t the type to attempt to turn in the first paper. Her grade was far more important than that. She checked it over again and was happy with it. She stood up to turn it in, and as she walked back to her seat, there was a beep from the intercom, and the pleasant voice asked for Sarah Williams to come to the front office. There were some students that knew that bad things were in their future when they were called to the office, but Sarah knew the opposite. The last thought on her mind was getting into trouble, and she calmly grabbed her things and approached the door.

Melinda was outside with her drama class. She had decided to take drama when she needed another credit to catch some extra grades. It would bump up her GPA, and it was a class she knew she could skip if she wanted to. It was close to the last class of the day, so she could take the rest of the day off when she felt like it, or have an afternoon nap when she needed it, before she went to Civics, another extra, but one she would more than likely use later on.

They were outside performing a “greatest hits” of sorts, trying to decide what they wanted to study next; there was Hamlet’s famous “to be or not to be,” speech, King Henry VIII was sitting next to a Professor Henry Higgins listening for the accent of a confused Puck, and Romeo and Juliet went to get something to drink with Willy and Biff Loman.  She was racking her brain for what character she would play in this mishmash of dramatis personae when she was handed a note by a student that worked in the office. She was needed in the front office, and was told she should probably take her things with her. She was less the student that was confident of good thing when called to the office, but nothing suspicious came to mind if she thought she could be in trouble.

Melinda was there first, and she saw her dad there. She knew he was working today, so was concerned when she needed her to come home. His demeanor dispelled her fears. All was well, and she thought that maybe something very good had happened that required attention, rather than a catastrophe. He invited her to sit down in her own school’s office. They did, and he didn’t say anything aside from the usual greetings and meaningless conversation stuff. Melinda didn’t know what they were waiting on until she saw her sister coming down the hall with more confidence about her fate in the office than she herself would’ve had. When Chuck saw her, he stood up and exited the office with Melinda behind him and they both followed him out. They did not yet know why. He told them not to move; he ran and got the car, drove it up and opened the two doors for them. They put their stuff in the trunk and felt like little kids again. Daddy picked them up from school and they were excited to have the rest of the day off. They asked about the car they had driven to school, and he said they could pick it up later. They were both sitting in the backseat and the smell of their home and the leather brought refreshment from school and a quick start to the weekend. They talked about the day’s affairs and the girls were discussing their classes when they found themselves at the ice cream parlor.

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Diane was glad the family had had a good time today; she didn’t want to be a party pooper or ruin anything, but there were some things that had to be done, and she was going to try to get them to go out to dinner tonight. Nothing really happened on Tuesdays anyway and she didn’t much feel like cooking. She finished putting up the groceries and reorganized a few things in the refrigerator, threw a few things out, and sat down in front of the TV. Last she heard from Chuck, they had just finished ice cream and would be home in a little bit. She flipped around on the television but found nothing of interest. Not long after that, the rest of the family came home very happy. Everyone had been treated: ice cream, clothes, Dad got a pair of driving gloves (a gag), and even Mom, who wasn’t around was brought home a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. They ended up going out to dinner.

It wasn’t long after they had been seated (which wasn’t long after they got there, for it was a Tuesday, and not very busy) that they began to discuss…

                                                                                   

 

4 comments:

Affable Olive said...

Do a trick and I'll give you a comment. Well, I suppose washing your own dishes was good enough to get my idea for the Williams...ah, maybe not. Still haven't read it, and now I'm retiring for the night. Maybe.

Affable Olive said...

Again with the late night comments. Well, anything that i can think of that's happy, doesn't seem to have much literary value as far as I'm concerned, but I dunno how you might work it. I still think you should go with your orginial thought and make them go on a road trip. I don't remember the better thought that i had about them, but the other lesser idea was that they could adopt a child and as a family, it would bring them closer as they overcame the challenges that come with an adopted child. Despite the fact that it wouldn't be happy the whole way through, it would end happy. But the idea sounds like a cheezy lifetime movie, and i wish i could remember the better one. I'm having such a time tonight. Fluffy aint right in the head right now. I'm going to go to sleep now, at the compy, without taking off my makeup. Tomorrow, I'm washing my pillow case...after TN. But so...that was my lesser idea. I'll post again if i remember the better one.

Affable Olive said...

Hehe, i didnt know the picture that i added would come up when i posted. A little humor, but that still doesn't mean you can refer to me as strongfluff. Fluffy, sure. Strongfluff, no. Just to clarify it for you with little scope. Go brush your teeth. Now, sleep.

not strongfluff said...

I can't past the breakfast description!! I suddenly have to check out the fridge's contents.