It was six a.m. when the Nuetron family started their day. Hugh would shower and Judy would listen to the radio in their bathtub as the chiefs made everyone's breakfast; for Hugh coffee, for Judy grapefruit, and for their son some pancakes with strawberries normally. They ate in the same large dining room, but the table was so long it was hard to talk and everyone was busy. At one head of the table Hugh would read the paper, at a sit in the middle Judy would text, and at the other end of the table (which served as some primitive or subconscious symbol that Jimmy was also a "man" as he sat at a head of the table. This wasn't anything against Judy, who was seated to Hugh's right. She may not be a man, but she was no lesser. She was her husband's right hand.) Jimmy was expected to be studying.
At 6:45 Hugh would leave for the office, Judy would leave for her home office to talk about some charity auction, and ring the bell for Hilgo. Judy followed behund Hugh for her passing kiss and Jimmy behind her, his bowl-cut had grown out a bit and was becoming "unmanageable" as Hilgo called it.
"See you later, Papa." Jimmy called at least.
"Yeah, yeah, you too Jeremy-" he called back as he gave a kiss to Judy on thr cheek who replied, "it's Jeffrey."
"Jeffrey- right."
"It's Jimmy-" the boy mumbled as Judy rang the bell for Hilgo and waited.
Nothing. She rang again. Still nothing. Jimmy rolled his eyes as some panic overcame his mother and even Hugh stopped his hurry half-way down the steps, not hearing the woman.
"It's the sixteenth." He just told them.
He never saw them move so fast as they checked dates in their phones. So much fear overcame them, he swore Hugh got a little pale.
"She put in for time off two weeks ago to go home for svad'ba yeye docheri." Jimmy said, as Hugh's mouth hung open. Thanks to sunglasses he couldn't see how wide their eyes were.
"What?- What is that? Some, weird, Russian hoilday?" Hugh asked, he dropped his coffee.
"Her daughter's wedding, Papa."
