Ephram cleaned up the small pool of water that now
covered a majority of the kitchen counter, humming a tune
under his breath, beaming so much that he felt almost stupid.
He finished drying the counter and threw away the paper
towels just as his father walked into the kitchen, yawning.
"Hey Ephram....must have slept in a bit. Did I hear the phone ring?"
Andy Brown opened the fridge, looking for something to eat for breakfast.
"Yeah."
Ephram grabbed an apple from the counter and leaned against the wall, taking a bite out of the fruit.
"Well? Who was it?"
Dr. Brown turned to Ephram with a carton of milk in his hands, and closed the fridge door with his elbow.
"It was Amy."
His dad smiled and poured cereal into a cereamic bowl, and added milk. It was about the only thing he could make that qualified as food.
"Oh yeah? What'd she want?"
Ephram took a huge bite out of the apple, obviously trying to muffle his words, for the thought of his dad's 'way to go' speeches made him want to puke.
"Shre warnet to gru arut widf ne todite"
"Pardon me?"
He sighed, and swallowed his mouthful of apple.
"She wanted to go out with me tonight... are you happy now?"
"Ok, great... When are you leaving, and when are you coming back? That's all I want to know."
Suprised his dad didn't say more, he told him that he was leaving at 6:30 and probably wouldn't be back until after eleven.
"Eleven-thirty at the LATEST, Ephram, and I'm only letting you skip curfew this once, alright?"
Ephram grinned, happy his dad was actually being cool about this, instead of being his normal, irritating self.
"Ok, thanks dad!"
"No problem! Good luck."
They both smiled and Ephram retreated to his room to get ready... eight hours early. He was so nervous that he needed all the preparation he could get.
"Hey Ephram....must have slept in a bit. Did I hear the phone ring?"
Andy Brown opened the fridge, looking for something to eat for breakfast.
"Yeah."
Ephram grabbed an apple from the counter and leaned against the wall, taking a bite out of the fruit.
"Well? Who was it?"
Dr. Brown turned to Ephram with a carton of milk in his hands, and closed the fridge door with his elbow.
"It was Amy."
His dad smiled and poured cereal into a cereamic bowl, and added milk. It was about the only thing he could make that qualified as food.
"Oh yeah? What'd she want?"
Ephram took a huge bite out of the apple, obviously trying to muffle his words, for the thought of his dad's 'way to go' speeches made him want to puke.
"Shre warnet to gru arut widf ne todite"
"Pardon me?"
He sighed, and swallowed his mouthful of apple.
"She wanted to go out with me tonight... are you happy now?"
"Ok, great... When are you leaving, and when are you coming back? That's all I want to know."
Suprised his dad didn't say more, he told him that he was leaving at 6:30 and probably wouldn't be back until after eleven.
"Eleven-thirty at the LATEST, Ephram, and I'm only letting you skip curfew this once, alright?"
Ephram grinned, happy his dad was actually being cool about this, instead of being his normal, irritating self.
"Ok, thanks dad!"
"No problem! Good luck."
They both smiled and Ephram retreated to his room to get ready... eight hours early. He was so nervous that he needed all the preparation he could get.
