“What are you doing up so early?” Janet and Wendy
said this at precisely the same time and then laughed at themselves.
“Well,” Janet said, wrapping an apron around
herself. “I got used to making breakfast for everyone this week. What’s your
excuse?”
“I got used to it after doing it for the past
umpteen years,” Wendy replied, grabbing her own apron. “I suppose we can do it
together.”
Janet hugged her mom. “And we can talk…about stuff…and Daddy… and stuff,” she said,
anxiously.
Wendy stiffened and the expression on her face
didn’t look inviting.
“But that can wait, if you want,” Janet added,
taking out the skillet and placing it on the stovetop while trying not to sound
as disappointed as she was. She frowned as she watched her mother relax and take
items out of the refrigerator.
Janet thought this would be easy. She had hoped to
have her parent back together and her dad home in two minutes. Not likely!
