Once I set sight on the food I ate six waffles, two eggs, five strips of bacon, and three mugs of coffee.
Humera ate more though.
Both she and Sanderson were downstairs.
Albert smoked his breakfast, while McKnight enjoyed real bacon while Diana was distracted and didn't yell at him about cholesterol. Sanderson ate half as much as I did, while she ate eight waffles, three eggs, four cups of coffee, and two bowls of cereal. She impressed Albert, who had seen his wife pregnant, twice.
Diana even ate breakfast.
We somehow managed to have a normal breakfast, Diana even laughed, from her spot on my lap at the counter. Humera sat beside me on the other stool, packing away her second bowl of cereal, explaining how she had gotten wrongfully pulled over.
"So this cop just singled you out on the road up yonder?"
Humera nodded as McKnight walked through the kitchen yelling at someone who dared call him, someone who dare ask something of him today.
Diana didn't even yell at her father to be nice as she chewed on her waffle.
No syrup, butter, or plate. She ate it like a damn cookie.
"Were your lights working," Albert asked her.
Humera nodded, "Lights and blinkers."
Sanderson smirked from in the kitchen, making a second plate of eggs and bacon, adding more to his coffee. I watched him while I somewhat innocently molested Diana, just her thigh.
Besides her father was in the kitchen giving someone named Farrell an earful.
"Are your tags current," Albert asked her.
McKnight's voice came through the house, I lost count of the swears in his sentences which didn't slow or stop. There was no way in hell he was going anywhere but Atlanta today.
"Tags. Insurance, Even my license," Humera told him.
Albert looked thoughtful as he could, smoking his breakfast beside the open kitchen window.
More swears came from McKnight, they filled the house like a barney tape in a nursery school.
Sanderson walked around the kitchen and up to the counter, where we were, "Tell him what the speed limit was sweetie."
Humera inspected his plate, "55…is that ham bacon or turkey bacon?"
"Ham," Albert told her.
Humera made a face.
Albert then asked her, "How fast were you driving?"
She thought about it, "94? Maybe 96 at the most."
Diana choked on her waffle. I patted her back with my other hand, until she caught her breath. Sanderson looked over at my brother, "Humera doesn't believe in a speed limit. They don't apply to her."
She jabbed her spoon at him, "I had to pee! You try carrying little Abdullah around all day!"
I sighed and put my face against Diana's back as the argument began, I had heard it before.
"We're not naming our son Abdullah."
"Well I am not naming him after a gun! What kinda name is Remington?"
"What kind of name is Abdullah?"
Albert so helpfully pointed out, "If you had twins you could name them Smith and Wesson." I felt Diana point over her shoulder at me, "Your brother suggested the same thing."
I lifted my head up and laid the side of my face on her back. To see Humera glare at me. So I suggested, "Why don't you just name the kid after the country he was conceived in?"
Sanderson glared over his wife, "I am not naming my son Malaysia!"
Humera turned and glared at him, "He was not conceived in Malaysia! He was conceived on the way there!"
Albert perked up.
"So then that leaves what? Pan Am? Delta?" Diana asked, finishing up her waffle.
Humera didn't hear, she was busy glaring at him, as if he had committed some horrible crime by not remembering where his firstborn was conceived. Albert helpfully asked, "What birth control pills did you use?"
Sanderson glared at my brother, "I am not naming my son after a birth control pill!"
"Naw. I just don wanna use that one."
Sanderson picked up a spoon and threw it at him.
McKnight came through the kitchen, on his way to the garage, even though he was halfway through his conversation, we easily understood what was happening.
"…And if you call me again at all today I'll come down there and put my foot so far up your ass, your nose will bleed! There are how many ranking officers above and below me in that mother fucking building, and you called me? What the fuck is your problem? If you call me again I will rip off your…."
Then the door slammed.
"At least he's in a good mood," Diana commented.
"How can you tell?" Albert asked, not used to McKnight's favored swear words.
"Mother Fuck is his favorite word," Sanderson told him.
I looked down at my watch, 10:01.