Ch.6
I woke up today at seven thirty; I'm shocked that I slept this late. I've been getting up at six for the past seven months, but then again I was normally asleep by eleven or twelve the latest, last night I couldn't sleep till almost three because I was up thinking about her, thinking about my family and what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. Have I come up with any answers? the answer is no…I still don't have a single clue except for try my hardest to be someone Rory could be proud to be with, more importantly someone I could be proud to be.
I make my way down to the kitchen after my shower. I make myself a bagel with cream cheese, after promising Rosie almost a dozen times that I wouldn't hurt her poor kitchen. I must have looked rather odd because she kept starring at me. Finally I had to ask "What?"
"Nothing" she says with a shake of her head and goes back to preparing my father's freshly squeezed orange juice
"Tell me Rosie"
"No, it's nothing" she says with another shake
I smile "Rosie, this is me. Little Tris, you've been the one person who's been constant in my life for more than two weeks besides from my Grandfather."
"How is Mr. DuGrey? I haven't seen him in a few weeks."
"Nice try Rosie, spill." I smile at her, she's helpless to my smiles, like a grandmother would be I imagine.
She doesn't say anything for a moment, she just looks at me "You've changed"
I smile again "For better or worse?"
"I haven't gotten that much yet, but I think better. You seem at peace. I've never seen you like this before."
"Peace? Peace is the last thing I feel, my stomach has butterflies."
"Ah so this is about Rory?" she says with a smile as she goes back to her oranges.
"This is about more than her I think."
"So your father wasn't completely insane for sending you to military school?"
"No I guess not, of course it took me awhile to realize that. Speaking of my father, actually both of my parents, what happened to them?" I say as I wipe my mouth as I finish the bagel. She starts to take the dish away from me "No, I've got it" I tell her as I take it back and head over to the sink.
"It really did change you." She says smiling once more "I don't know about your parents, it was odd. I went to Washington to see my daughter and grandkids for Christmas, I was only gone for two weeks when I got back Mrs. Williams said your parents had left suddenly a day or so before Christmas, they didn't come back for almost a month."
"Wait they just up and left together?" That's odd, my mom was the only one that would up and leave, my father only left for business trips and those never lasted more than a week.
"I know" she says with another shake "They came back changed. Oh my your father will be down in a few minutes, we better stop talking about them."
And with that she resumed her juice squeezing and it seemed almost as if on cue that my father entered only moments later as I was about to leave.
"Good morning Tristan" he said with a smile on his face, that shocked me once more. My father smiling, my father smiling at me and not his old cronies. I looked at my father and noticed that he too like my mother didn't look his age. It seemed as if ten years had been lifted from his face since the time I left.
"Good morning Dad." I always found it funny how I called them mom and dad, when they were the complete opposites of what that name implied. I don't know why I never called them Mother and Father or even Sir and Ma'am like a few of my friends did. Something called out to me in the back of my head and I knew that they had once been Mommy and Daddy to me. I wonder why I can't remember those times? I wonder what had changed then and what had changed now.
"So what's on your agenda for today son?" he said not looking at the newspaper in his hand as he normally would have, he was looking directly at me, it was almost as if he was interested in what I had to say.
"I don't know yet. Will my car be back today?"
"The garage said by nine. I would say that you should go see your grandfather, but I believe he's not getting back from Madrid until later tonight. Maybe you'd like to join your uncle and I for golf this afternoon."
"I'm not really good at golf." My family has been replaced by aliens, that's the only way this could be happening or maybe twilight zone?
"Well the only way to get good is to practice. We've got a 12:30 tee off time. We'll leave here around 11:45. Sound good?"
"Uh, I guess so." With that I leave the room, maybe if I go up to my room I'll see my body there still sleeping and that would explain all of this.
I woke up today at seven thirty; I'm shocked that I slept this late. I've been getting up at six for the past seven months, but then again I was normally asleep by eleven or twelve the latest, last night I couldn't sleep till almost three because I was up thinking about her, thinking about my family and what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. Have I come up with any answers? the answer is no…I still don't have a single clue except for try my hardest to be someone Rory could be proud to be with, more importantly someone I could be proud to be.
I make my way down to the kitchen after my shower. I make myself a bagel with cream cheese, after promising Rosie almost a dozen times that I wouldn't hurt her poor kitchen. I must have looked rather odd because she kept starring at me. Finally I had to ask "What?"
"Nothing" she says with a shake of her head and goes back to preparing my father's freshly squeezed orange juice
"Tell me Rosie"
"No, it's nothing" she says with another shake
I smile "Rosie, this is me. Little Tris, you've been the one person who's been constant in my life for more than two weeks besides from my Grandfather."
"How is Mr. DuGrey? I haven't seen him in a few weeks."
"Nice try Rosie, spill." I smile at her, she's helpless to my smiles, like a grandmother would be I imagine.
She doesn't say anything for a moment, she just looks at me "You've changed"
I smile again "For better or worse?"
"I haven't gotten that much yet, but I think better. You seem at peace. I've never seen you like this before."
"Peace? Peace is the last thing I feel, my stomach has butterflies."
"Ah so this is about Rory?" she says with a smile as she goes back to her oranges.
"This is about more than her I think."
"So your father wasn't completely insane for sending you to military school?"
"No I guess not, of course it took me awhile to realize that. Speaking of my father, actually both of my parents, what happened to them?" I say as I wipe my mouth as I finish the bagel. She starts to take the dish away from me "No, I've got it" I tell her as I take it back and head over to the sink.
"It really did change you." She says smiling once more "I don't know about your parents, it was odd. I went to Washington to see my daughter and grandkids for Christmas, I was only gone for two weeks when I got back Mrs. Williams said your parents had left suddenly a day or so before Christmas, they didn't come back for almost a month."
"Wait they just up and left together?" That's odd, my mom was the only one that would up and leave, my father only left for business trips and those never lasted more than a week.
"I know" she says with another shake "They came back changed. Oh my your father will be down in a few minutes, we better stop talking about them."
And with that she resumed her juice squeezing and it seemed almost as if on cue that my father entered only moments later as I was about to leave.
"Good morning Tristan" he said with a smile on his face, that shocked me once more. My father smiling, my father smiling at me and not his old cronies. I looked at my father and noticed that he too like my mother didn't look his age. It seemed as if ten years had been lifted from his face since the time I left.
"Good morning Dad." I always found it funny how I called them mom and dad, when they were the complete opposites of what that name implied. I don't know why I never called them Mother and Father or even Sir and Ma'am like a few of my friends did. Something called out to me in the back of my head and I knew that they had once been Mommy and Daddy to me. I wonder why I can't remember those times? I wonder what had changed then and what had changed now.
"So what's on your agenda for today son?" he said not looking at the newspaper in his hand as he normally would have, he was looking directly at me, it was almost as if he was interested in what I had to say.
"I don't know yet. Will my car be back today?"
"The garage said by nine. I would say that you should go see your grandfather, but I believe he's not getting back from Madrid until later tonight. Maybe you'd like to join your uncle and I for golf this afternoon."
"I'm not really good at golf." My family has been replaced by aliens, that's the only way this could be happening or maybe twilight zone?
"Well the only way to get good is to practice. We've got a 12:30 tee off time. We'll leave here around 11:45. Sound good?"
"Uh, I guess so." With that I leave the room, maybe if I go up to my room I'll see my body there still sleeping and that would explain all of this.