MA, WHERE THE GRAVY AT? I yelled.
I'm not your mother, Ma says.
DAD, WHERE THE GRAVY AT?
I'm not your father, Dad says.
Finaly Bro passed me the gravy. Or what little was left of it cause Ma and Dad took to long. Still I used what I could on my bisket and ate it. Ma's cookin was the best!
Bro says, Tomorrow is the day you join the big house!
I KNOW! IM GONNA LEARN HOW TO ASASINATE LIKE YOU AND DAD! I exclamed.
Dad looked disaprovingly. Ma looked away.
Bro noticed and frowned. But he didn't say nothing.
I'm confused.
WHAT'S WRONG, MA? I asks.
But she just shakes her head. Her long hair- blacker then when Nicki dys her hair black- hid her eyes from view.
Bro sits up from the table and says, Hey everyones done eating. Ill help you do the dishes!
OK! I agree and get up.
After gathering the plates to the kichen Bro and me did the dishes. Though its usully boring, we had fun by playng I-Spy. I really wanted to ask if everythin was OK, but Bro seemed OK, so I knew things were OK.
