so. Still, it never hurts to brush
up on your culinary skills, does it?
She flips a hotcake like a pro.
The weird thing is, I can only
remember her ever making them
maybe two or three times in
the past. “So what’s really going
on with you? Something to do
with all the late nights out the past
few weeks?” She’s been gone a lot
lately, and I’m pretty sure there’s more
to it than her working part-time at
Olé Tex-Mex and going to school
three days a week to learn massage
therapy. Better late than never,
she told Grandfather and me when
she embarked on her new career path.
I don’t want to wait tables forever.
What she didn’t say was she doesn’t
want to stay single forever either.
SHE DOESN’T SAY THAT NOW
But she does say, Well, you never
know. I just might want to make
pancakes for someone special
someday. Uh … not that you’re
not special. I mean … If her face
was red before, it’s pickled
beet purple now. The look
on my own face must communicate
something loud and clear, because