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Lizzie jumped off her bed and was quickly followed by Miranda and Gordo. "It starts," she muttered unhappily. She ran down the stairs and into the kitchen where she saw her father leaning down on the counter coughing.
"Sam you're not supposed to eat that!" Jo exclaimed, patting her husband on the back.
Lizzie glanced around, Miranda's parents were huddled together watching Sam with panic stricken looks on their faces.
"What is it?"
"It's Chorizo, which you're allergic to," Joe stated, smacking him harder on the back.
Sam pulled away from his wife's pounding hand, coughed again then stood up. "I didn't know you bought Chorizo."
"I didn't Daniella and Edward brought it," Jo stated, wiping her hands on a cloth.
"We're sorry Sam," Daniella replied. "We didn't know you were allergic to it."
"I don't think I had enough to have a reaction to, I just had a taste."
"Here, go outside and sit on the patio and drink this milk," Jo stated, ushering her husband outside.
Lizzie shook her head, feeling the tension in the room. Leave it to her father to cause this kind of turmoil. She walked into the kitchen smiling brightly. "So what can we do to help?"
"Why don't you start on the vegetable trays?" Roberta asked, handing her son a bag.
Gordo shot a glare at Lizzie who was gathering knives and peelers. "We'll take them in the living room."
Miranda grabbed a tray, then followed the other two into the living room.
Lizzie winced as she heard the adults begin to murmur among themselves as soon as they were out of hearing range.
"Thanks for volunteering us, Lizzie," Miranda stated, sitting down in a chair.
Lizzie pulled the washed vegetables out of the bag and spread them out onto the table. "Well, I had to say something, everyone was just staring at each other."
"I didn't know your dad was allergic to Chorizo," Gordo stated, picking up a carrot.
"That would have scared me if you knew, because I didn't know either," Lizzie laughed.
"What is Chorizo?" Gordo asked.
"It's a Spanish sausage," Miranda snapped, then turned her attention to Lizzie. "Doesn't your Dad check stuff before he eats it?"
"Mom never keeps anything he's allergic to in the house, so it's not usually an issue," Lizzie replied.
"This is such a great holiday!" Gordo exclaimed, reaching for a cucumber. "So much food."
Lizzie realized what he was trying to do. It was only ten o'clock, too early for everyone to start bickering. "Has anyone seen my brother?" she asked, following the change of subject.
"No," Gordo stated. "Not since he slammed the door in my face."
Lizzie sighed. If he tried absolutely anything that would mess up this day, she would seriously hurt him. It wasn't enough that the adults were in the kitchen preparing for war, but who know what kind of evil trick he could be plotting.
Miranda stood up suddenly. "I've got to go to the bathroom," she declared, walking quickly out of the room.
Lizzie sighed and looked back at the clock, ten-oh-three, there was still a long way to go until dinner.
***
Gordo watched Lizzie who had taken over peeling the carrots. He could tell her now. Miranda had left the room and they were alone. Maybe the only time they would get to be today.
'Sure,' he laughed at himself. 'Nice time to tell her, while we're covered in vegetables.'
Lizzie looked up and caught his eye. "What?" she smiled.
"N-nothing," he stuttered.
Lizzie laughed and focused on his carrots.
'Great answer,' he thought. 'And who can begin to guess what I'll say when I tell her. Hey Lizzie, guess what! I like your carrots.'
He rolled his eyes at his own horrible joke. But he was still sticking by her resolution, he would tell her some time today. Before the night was over and his parents carted him back home, Elizabeth McGuire would know how he felt about her.
Lizzie jumped off her bed and was quickly followed by Miranda and Gordo. "It starts," she muttered unhappily. She ran down the stairs and into the kitchen where she saw her father leaning down on the counter coughing.
"Sam you're not supposed to eat that!" Jo exclaimed, patting her husband on the back.
Lizzie glanced around, Miranda's parents were huddled together watching Sam with panic stricken looks on their faces.
"What is it?"
"It's Chorizo, which you're allergic to," Joe stated, smacking him harder on the back.
Sam pulled away from his wife's pounding hand, coughed again then stood up. "I didn't know you bought Chorizo."
"I didn't Daniella and Edward brought it," Jo stated, wiping her hands on a cloth.
"We're sorry Sam," Daniella replied. "We didn't know you were allergic to it."
"I don't think I had enough to have a reaction to, I just had a taste."
"Here, go outside and sit on the patio and drink this milk," Jo stated, ushering her husband outside.
Lizzie shook her head, feeling the tension in the room. Leave it to her father to cause this kind of turmoil. She walked into the kitchen smiling brightly. "So what can we do to help?"
"Why don't you start on the vegetable trays?" Roberta asked, handing her son a bag.
Gordo shot a glare at Lizzie who was gathering knives and peelers. "We'll take them in the living room."
Miranda grabbed a tray, then followed the other two into the living room.
Lizzie winced as she heard the adults begin to murmur among themselves as soon as they were out of hearing range.
"Thanks for volunteering us, Lizzie," Miranda stated, sitting down in a chair.
Lizzie pulled the washed vegetables out of the bag and spread them out onto the table. "Well, I had to say something, everyone was just staring at each other."
"I didn't know your dad was allergic to Chorizo," Gordo stated, picking up a carrot.
"That would have scared me if you knew, because I didn't know either," Lizzie laughed.
"What is Chorizo?" Gordo asked.
"It's a Spanish sausage," Miranda snapped, then turned her attention to Lizzie. "Doesn't your Dad check stuff before he eats it?"
"Mom never keeps anything he's allergic to in the house, so it's not usually an issue," Lizzie replied.
"This is such a great holiday!" Gordo exclaimed, reaching for a cucumber. "So much food."
Lizzie realized what he was trying to do. It was only ten o'clock, too early for everyone to start bickering. "Has anyone seen my brother?" she asked, following the change of subject.
"No," Gordo stated. "Not since he slammed the door in my face."
Lizzie sighed. If he tried absolutely anything that would mess up this day, she would seriously hurt him. It wasn't enough that the adults were in the kitchen preparing for war, but who know what kind of evil trick he could be plotting.
Miranda stood up suddenly. "I've got to go to the bathroom," she declared, walking quickly out of the room.
Lizzie sighed and looked back at the clock, ten-oh-three, there was still a long way to go until dinner.
***
Gordo watched Lizzie who had taken over peeling the carrots. He could tell her now. Miranda had left the room and they were alone. Maybe the only time they would get to be today.
'Sure,' he laughed at himself. 'Nice time to tell her, while we're covered in vegetables.'
Lizzie looked up and caught his eye. "What?" she smiled.
"N-nothing," he stuttered.
Lizzie laughed and focused on his carrots.
'Great answer,' he thought. 'And who can begin to guess what I'll say when I tell her. Hey Lizzie, guess what! I like your carrots.'
He rolled his eyes at his own horrible joke. But he was still sticking by her resolution, he would tell her some time today. Before the night was over and his parents carted him back home, Elizabeth McGuire would know how he felt about her.
