Lindsay
Stupid homework! Who cares about presidents who have died ages ago?
I'd much rather know what's going on in the other room.
When I came home I found mom still sleeping. That's not what bothered me, as it happens sometimes when she works overtime. The strange thing was that she had a bottle of something alcoholic next to her and the room smelled of it, too.
I wasn't sure what to do, I didn't want to call grandma and cause a drama, I couldn't call unlcle Grissom either, he's her boss after all, he shouldn't see her like that.
My next logical option was Sara. She and mom have been spending more time together lately, mom said they were becoming friends, so I figured Sara would be able to help.
I didn't expect that help to include history homework though.
Oh, whatever, I can do history later. I leave the book on my desk and move towards the bedroom. I know it's not ok to eavesdrop but otherwise I'll probably never be told what's going on in there.
I hear rustling and low voices. I think Sara is trying to convince mom of something. Footsteps, that sounds like a closet door. "Come on, Cat" is about all I can make out of what I'm hearing. All of a sudden the door swings open and Sara stares at me with a raised brow. Busted.
"I…uh…how's mom?" Nice save, Linds, I mentally pet myself on the shoulder.
"I told her to take a shower, after that she might feel a little more awake." What, no comment about listening in? She's real cool.
"Have you eaten yet?" She asks as she leads me away from moms bedroom.
"Just a piece of taost." I answer "But I can order pizza" Say yes, say yes.
"Or we could cook" she smirks. Well, as long as it's food…wait, we? Did she say we?
"Come on, let's check the kitchen for supplies." I groan. I hate cooking, it's boring and isn't it child labour anyways? I better not say that out loud, she's too smart to argue with…maybe I should have called Greg.
As it turns out, cooking doesn't have to be boring at all. Sara makes me chop some vegetables and all the time we are talking about stuff. She's one of the few adults who actually listen when you talk to them and not just "uh" and "ah" every once in a while.
Our meal looks mighty interesting. Sara scrambled things together that I wouldn't ever dare to mix but it does smell good so I'll give it a try.
We're almost done when mom comes in, she's still looking tired. She seems surprised at finding us cooking but sits down anyway to eat with us.
Since mom has entered the room the athmosphere has changed, Sara looks at her strangely and mom keeps quiet, avoiding both our eyes. Oh joy, she should have showered a little longer I guess.
When I'm finished I duck out of the room, saying I have to go back to my homework. I don't think I'll be writing much but it gives me a good excuse so I won't have to do the dishes. Plus, there isn't anything interesting happening anyways. I think they're even grateful that they can talk without me sitting there.
I'd love to know what they'll be talking about but having been caught by Sara once I don't want to risk a second time, it might not be that earth-shaking anyway. Alright then, back to George Washington…darn, I think I'll settle for math instead.