It's Sunday. Four p.m. Hermione slowly wakes up from her nap, as she hears a commotion upstairs. She knows that Ray has a jiu-jitsu class on Sundays in the dojo behind the house, but her over tired brain forgot about it.
In her raggedy jammies, her face still full of sleep, she makes her way upstairs, to the main house, to check on her daughter. Emily hasn't slept in the basement last night, as Perle wants Hermione to fully settle down before sending Emily to her. She made her way to the kitchen and stopped dead. There, sitting around the table, is about six men with Perle and Ray. The first thought coming to Hermione's head "Oh. People. I'm in my jammies."
Ray stood up and started to introduce his students to his new tenant.
Oh Hermione! These are my students! Sitting here at the counter is Sergei and Jeff. On the rocking chair in the back is Harry. And here is Marc A, Dan and Marc L. Guys, this is Emily's mother, Hermione. She moved in the basement where my daughter used to live before just yesterday.
Shy but too tired to care, Hermione looks around and her eyes rest on Marc L, sitting on her right. She raised and eyebrow and pointed at him with her finger.
I know you, don't I? High school?
Yeah, answered Marc. We were in the same year. Did you went to the high school reunion in June?
Yup, responded Hermione. I was on the comittee. You didn't?
Nah. Had other things to do. But Mel kept bothering me, telling me I should go.
Yeah, I know Mel annoyed a lot of people. But she wanted the reunion to be a success.
Their conversation is cut short as Ray cut in to talk about what the guys learned in their class. In the meantime, Hermione continues looking at the men. To be honest, all of them were right down fugly, except for the quiet lad on the rocking chair. What was his name again? She couldn't remember. At around four forty-five, the guys all left, except for the shy one in the rocking chair. He helped Ray and Perle putting on the table while Hermione was sitting with Emily. The toddler was showing her some book from her library in her room. As supper was ready, Perle took over.
-Ok, so, Ray, you will eat here. I'll here here. Hermione, eat right here beside Ray. Harry, you sit beside Hermione. Come now, no time to be shy. Food's ready. Emily! Go in the living room, Nana is coming with supper.
Shyly, Hermione and Harry sat where Perle told them too. The older lady served them chicken with mashed potatoes and vegetables and every one started to eat. Harry would talk to Ray and Perle, but would barely glance toward Hermione. Hermione thought it would be best to keep to herself. She didn't feel completely comfortable at a "stranger's" table and she was still very tired.
Once supper was over, Perle sent Hermione back to her apartment, saying that she better continue unpacking. Protesting, Hermione said that she should be helping with the dishes.
Nonsense! I never had help doing the dishes and it won't start today. Get settled, it would be better. Ray and Harry will watch a movie and Emily will be happy here. Go!
Sighing, Hermione did as told. She blared some music and started the long and boring task of unpacking her kitchen. Her mind was going a mile an hour.
*Cookies go here, or no, here. Ok and pasta? I have way too much cans. Is that Emily I hear? I wonder if Nick will call back. Or text. Hmm what was the name of that man again? Starts with an H..' *
Second chapter! How was it? I know they're short, barely 700 words, but it's hard to type on this darn rubber keyboard. Review please! Don't worry, more coming!