-1Luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuke!
And there it is, I was expecting it, but still one can never quite tell when the shrill of her voice would cut through the air. Sure enough it always made me jerk suddenly like I was hearing it for the first time. Rory trucked in behind her, hands firmly placed over her ears and in that instant moment I saw the look. It's one I myself have worn numerous times. Emma though, well she was the lucky one ironically. I had a look myself, concealed in my thoughts of course while wondering why Rory was the one trailing Lorelei and not Emma per the usual. In fact, I almost dropped a hand full of breakfast plates when I came out of the kitchen earlier. To my shock there was Emma, at an ungodly hour for her internal clock, sitting in the corner table with the Discman I gave her for her 15th birthday; her trusty sidekick beside her arm. She gave me a puzzled look of her own as she watched me falter for a minute and set in motion to grab anything I might drop. But, lucky enough some jerk sitting at the counter had neglected to push in his stool before he left. I set the plate down in disgust thinking if that were my meal I wouldn't want it afterwards because if you ask me a stool seat is no different than the floor and I wouldn't eat anything off either, plate or no plate.
Rory, circled around Emma and sat in the adjoining chair, her hands now resting on the table clasped together. All three of us in our respective positions looked on at Lorelei who stopped abruptly at the opposite end of the round table facing Emma as she quipped up with a chipper "Morning mom". I don't even think Lorelei blinked, let alone took in a breath, she just stared ahead and then took two steps across the length of the small round table and smacked her hand with a light, playful force against Em's forehead.
Em's face went from smiles to irritated in 2 seconds flat in reaction to her mom's sarcastic antic and said "HEY, what gives?".