The black rain jacket I wore was just a precaution.
It hadn’t called for rain. I remembered that distinctly when I checked the weather app on my phone. The little icon for today, a Tuesday, showed the sun with a small cloud next to it. Chances of rain were around ten percent, so there shouldn’t have been any worry.
When I woke up this morning though and noticed how think clouds had filled the sky, I decided to throw it over my dark blue shirt and grey shorts. I walked into the kitchen and yawned, toothbrush hanging out of my mouth. My father was up, cooking something up in the skillet. I didn’t say anything and glanced out the window. I guessed a lot can change over a night. The air felt filled with melancholy, and it matched my mood. I was hoping Sam was successful today.
“How are things this morning?” my father asked, grounding my thoughts to the moment. I frowned.
“They could be better…” I replied, as I turned back to the window, as though that was my main concern.
He looked over his shoulder and at me. He grabbed a nearby plate and slid whatever was in the pan onto it. I saw a yellow mixture of eggs, cheese, onions, greens and various meats. My dad reached for the nearby hot sauce and poured a nice portion on top before sticking a fork in it. He passed it to me. I look down and was suddenly not very hungry.
“It’s a little droopy today,” he said while wiping his hands with a kitchen towel. “But you know? Things will get better.”
I took the toothbrush out and left it by the kitchen sink, spiting the paste slosh out of my mouth. Lifting a piece of the mish mash breakfast up with my utensil, I ate a bite. It was delicious, even with the hint of mint left on my tongue. I really shouldn’t have questioned my dad’s skills. I nodded to him, filling my mouth with another fork full.
“I’m heading to school. Thanks Pop,” I tell him, grateful of course, just not very enthused. While he worked on some of the dishes, I ate. He did most of the cooking and was cleaning up, but we have an agreement. My chores included the dinner dishes which was much more tedious than breakfast ones. Finishing my food quickly, I and walked out.
“Tell Lace she should come over sometime.”
That’s the last thing I heard him say before exiting the kitchen. I pretended not to hear since I haven’t talked about the girl recently, but this told me he knew what was going on. Or at least, that something was going on. I remembered how my dad knew who Miss Daniels was. Lace’s home was closer to ours, so I wondered if he knew her family too.
Closing the door and stepping out on the front porch, I glanced up at the sky again. There was no rain, only clouds. The rain jacket was only a precaution.
Despite that, I pulled the black hood over my head and walked to school.
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