"Jesus, Jeffrey! Stop eating paste! How many times do I have to tell you?"
"But I like it! It's not hurting anyone. Look, it's the non-toxic kind."
"You're thirty-eight years old. You should be huffing glue, not eating it."
"I don't want to huff glue; I just want to taste it sometimes."
"Just don't let the kids see you."
Randall stepped out of the closet and shut the door. Of all the things to miss before committing your life to someone, this was probably not the strangest but in the scope of his own world, it was definitely in the top three. Out the window, the sun was dipping behind the trees. Their two girls would be home from soccer practice in about twenty minutes. Randall went out the kitchen door and back into the chicken pen. He did not want chicken tonight; did not want to have to kill it, and definitely did not want to pluck it. And what else would they have with it? His eyes glided over each bird before he sighed and went back to the house. He picked up the phone and made a call.
Twenty minutes later, the two girls whirlwinded through the house to their rooms. They changed and sat down at their desks. Just a little bit of homework tonight. They would definitely be done before dinner and American Idol. Stacy was helping Jess with a math problem when they heard the doorbell ring.
"Girls, Jeffrey! Pizza is here!"
The sisters leaped up from chairs and tore down the stairs.
"I can't believe we're having pizza on a school night!"
"Daddy, you're the best!"
"It won't happen all the time, but everyone has been working very hard lately. I thought this would be a nice respite."
"What's a respite?"
"A break."
"Very good, Stacy. Now can you two set the table and pour the drinks while I go get your other father?"
"Yes, sir."
Randall caught Jeffrey on the stairs, took one look at his face and said, "Sweetheart, if you are going to keep doing that, could you at least wash your face before showing yourself?"
"Where is it?"
"Everywhere. You never were a neat one. Now go wash up."
This piece is another of those three word ones. I'm finding them at least to be good practice at just running with an idea or a character.
"But I like it! It's not hurting anyone. Look, it's the non-toxic kind."
"You're thirty-eight years old. You should be huffing glue, not eating it."
"I don't want to huff glue; I just want to taste it sometimes."
"Just don't let the kids see you."
Randall stepped out of the closet and shut the door. Of all the things to miss before committing your life to someone, this was probably not the strangest but in the scope of his own world, it was definitely in the top three. Out the window, the sun was dipping behind the trees. Their two girls would be home from soccer practice in about twenty minutes. Randall went out the kitchen door and back into the chicken pen. He did not want chicken tonight; did not want to have to kill it, and definitely did not want to pluck it. And what else would they have with it? His eyes glided over each bird before he sighed and went back to the house. He picked up the phone and made a call.
Twenty minutes later, the two girls whirlwinded through the house to their rooms. They changed and sat down at their desks. Just a little bit of homework tonight. They would definitely be done before dinner and American Idol. Stacy was helping Jess with a math problem when they heard the doorbell ring.
"Girls, Jeffrey! Pizza is here!"
The sisters leaped up from chairs and tore down the stairs.
"I can't believe we're having pizza on a school night!"
"Daddy, you're the best!"
"It won't happen all the time, but everyone has been working very hard lately. I thought this would be a nice respite."
"What's a respite?"
"A break."
"Very good, Stacy. Now can you two set the table and pour the drinks while I go get your other father?"
"Yes, sir."
Randall caught Jeffrey on the stairs, took one look at his face and said, "Sweetheart, if you are going to keep doing that, could you at least wash your face before showing yourself?"
"Where is it?"
"Everywhere. You never were a neat one. Now go wash up."
This piece is another of those three word ones. I'm finding them at least to be good practice at just running with an idea or a character.
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