We All Fall Down (2006)
““Would you like seconds?” my mother asked.
“Thanks, but no thanks.”
“Okay, but watching you wolf that down, I got the feeling that you really liked it.”
“I did. I love your lasagna.”
“Thank you. I like making things you enjoy.”
I did like her cooking, but that wasn’t why I had eaten so quickly. I was in a rush to get to James’s place—we had a practice scheduled.
“There’s lots more if you want another piece.”
“Maybe later, for a bedtime snack. Besides, shouldn’t you save some for Dad?”
“There’s plenty for him.”
“I have to get going,” I said as I got up and took my dishes to the counter.
“Where to?”
“James’s.”
“Could you help me clean up before you go?”
“Sure, no problem.” I was in a rush, but it was faster to do it than argue about it.
While my mother scrubbed the lasagna pan I loaded my stuff into the dishwasher and then headed back to get the rest of the things off the table. My father’s place was all set—dinner plate, side plate, glass, cutlery and napkin.
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