Another story from college
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I stepped through the door. The pile of dishes had not shrunk at all. The kids were sitting at the table, and they did not look up when the door opened. I said hello as I entered the house and Elizabeth and Sarah mumbled something, which I knew was some kind of greeting. I asked if they had eaten dinner, to which both replied no. I went to the wooden kitchen counter and put my bag down right next to the cup full of pens and pencils that never changed.
Finally, I went back to the table. The microwave clock read 9:00 pm. Sarah was a heavier set child with glasses and a round face. We called her Porkchop. I looked over at her paper and she was doing her math homework. I sat there for about five minutes and waited for her to ask for help. Elizabeth never needs help, even though she is the older of the two. I most likely couldn’t do the high school level science that I knew she was working on anyway. I’m sure she knew that too.
It was strange to me that Porkchop did not need help. Maybe her sister had helped her with all the tough questions already. Maybe it was just one of those nights where she didn’t want to talk to me. I got up from the table and went to the sink to do the dishes. Twenty minutes later, I was done with the dishes; at least, that’s what I thought. Porkchop came over and got a glass from the cupboard and filled it with some apple juice from the fridge. I went back to the table and sat down.
I asked the girls how their day was and they both started to snicker a little. I was glad to see them happier now than when I first came back home, even if I wasn’t entirely sure what made them happier.
I sat down for another ten minutes, in silence mostly (with the exception of a few chuckles here and there). Occasionally, one of the sisters would pick up their phones and appear to text someone. Then, a few minutes later, the other sister would pick her phone up and would quickly move her fingers across the screen. This went on for the entirety of the time I was sitting there, waiting to be asked a question or two.
Not having been asked a single question, I moved into the living room and turned on the TV. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes after I sat down that I heard a huge laugh from the sisters. Then, my name was called. I got up from the couch and made my way back into the kitchen, where the sisters were still sitting down working so diligently on their homework.
I asked what was going on. Elizabeth said that Porkchop had a question for me. Porkchop got up from the table and put the glass that she was using in the sink. She asked me where the sponge was so that she could wash her glass since we did not have a dishwasher. I walked toward her, somewhat annoyed, yet, somewhat happy she was going to do her own dishes, and grabbed the sponge.
Porkchop turned the sink on and quickly grabbed the kitchen hose which was attached to the sink. She pointed it directly at me, and within a few seconds, I was covered in ice-cold water. The girls erupted with laughter. I laughed the hardest I have in years. My stomach was hurting so much from the workout the laugher was giving me. I didn’t even grab a towel right away. I wanted to laugh like this forever.
