Chapter Three
Time to Fly
I walk out of my room after hanging up with my Uncle. It's time to tell Charlie about my plans to leave here. I walk around the corner hearing the basketball game before I even get down the stairs. I keep thinking of different ways to tell him not making up my mind on how. I get in the living room fast walking to the kitchen instead of telling him yet. He probably would take it better on a full stomach then without right?
So I start cooking his favorite meal Chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, homemade rolls and a pumpkin pie. I got to work peeling the potatoes and scraping out all the bad parts. After this I put them in a pot of boiling water going to work on the next task. I get the bag of sweet corn out of the freezer dumping it in a bowl. I put a stick of butter in it and set it in the microwave for about five minutes. I get the rolls out of the fridge putting them in the oven for ten minutes.
Then I start getting to the hard parts making the Homemade chicken, and pumpkin pie. I start by making the dough for the pumpkin pie. After i have broken, poured, spilled, sprinkled, stirred, and rolled making the dough. I start molding it in the pie pan I got Charlie last Christmas. After the dough is in the pie pan, I get the pumpkin filling out of the cabinet to put in it. In the middle of doing all the things for the pie the corn goes off.
I take it out of the microwave wearing my trustee oven mitt placing it on the table. When I finished the pie I took the rolls out of the oven putting the pie in its place. All I have left to do is the chicken and the mashed potatoes. I get the potatoes out and mash them, stirring in the need salt and some pepper. I finally come to the longest part of the WHOLE process the chicken. I get the chicken out placing its tray on the counter. I get the fraying pan, the flour, the eggs, the oil, and all the bowls or plates.
I dip the Chicken is the egg yolks then lay it in flour, flipping it back and forth. Then I have to start frying it which can be a long process or a short one. I have to stop at one point because the oven stars beeping that the pie's done. After all this time, work, and effort I've made everything Charlie likes. So I call him in the kitchen to eat after I put everything on the table. He walks in closing his eyes taking a big whiff of the different smells in the kitchen.
When he does this I always thought he was thinking back to his childhood. He looks at me asking "What's the special occasion?" I say "Oh nothing just wanted to make you something special." While I'm thinking it's because I'm leaving you to go to Illinois. We eat in are usual silence until I went to get the pie out of the kitchen. That's when I dropped the bomb. Yet as always with Charlie he didn't hear me at all. I walk in taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. Then I tell him slower and louder this time that I'm leaving to go to Illinois to live with Uncle Roger. He at first just sits at the table in what I think is shock. Then he gets up pushing his chair so hard it slams against the floor with a CRACK! I look at my father for the first fearful of what could happen next. His face is red like a ripe tomato and he's strutting because he's so angry. I start to tell him how I made all the arrangements beforehand which don't seem to help matters. He asks why I want to leave in a weary voice. I tell him I just have to get away for awhile to not be mad at me; I need this more than he knows. He rants and raves at me but after about ten minutes he starts to simmer down. He says he will think about letting me go. I take this for now at least cutting slices out of the pie I made. I give Charlie his; I take mine going to my room. I know one thing for sure though it's my time to fly.