Saturday, December 1, 2012

17 Very Short Stories. -7-

-7-

-ding-

-- Biscuits are ready.
-- Could you give me a hand? I can't get to the oven.
-- They aren't quite browned on top yet.
-- Maybe two more minutes. Set the timer, will you?
-- Did you make the gravy?
-- There wasn't time. Not with your mom arriving early and then Tommy screaming all night.
-- What do you think is wrong with him?
-- The doctors says "It's colic. He'll outgrow it." I'm not so sure. He's not really there all the time.
-- Have you seen anyone else?
-- What am I going to tell them? What's normal, anyway?
-- Well, you seem worried. Maybe they could get therapy for him or something.
-- How do you give therapy to a kid who's just started crawling? Should like a crockload of BS to me.
-- Maybe. But if they can calm him down, you could get some sleep.
-- That'd be the day. God. What's your mom up to, anyway?
-- She's upstairs. She's taken to spending her mornings praying.
-- All morning? That's just weird.
-- She's lonely. It gives her someone to talk to. Better than the soap operas she was watching.