Into The Future

DINNER

When Ian and Angie returned home from shopping, Collins was watching TV. He was slouching on the sofa, engrossed in the television show he was watching.

"Uncle Ian, welcome back," he said when he saw them.

"Here's the gift I promised you, super-boy," Ian said as he extended a ball he had in his hands to him.

"Wow!" Collins expressed his surprise in hushed tones. He accepted the ball from him with a grateful smile.

Ian returned his smile.

"You don't have to call me Super-boy anymore, Uncle; I'm all grown up now," Collins responded.

"Of course," Ian said, with a smile.

"I love you; thank you so much."

"Is that it?" Angie interjected. "Thank you? I love you? How about Angie? "

Collins gave a friendly smile. "I'm sorry, but the ball did not come from you. Buy me a boot and I might reconsider," he said as he rushed to his room before Angie could stop him.

"Stop, right there, stop," Angie said, but he had already left.

Ian shrugged and smiled slightly as she looked at him. He induced her to smile, and she reciprocated.

***

By the evening, George had already returned home from work. He mustered the courage to join his wife in the kitchen after a long day at work. While she was in the kitchen preparing dinner, he was doing the dishes.

George and his wife had a wonderful marriage. They rarely, if ever, disagree with each other.

They never argue or fight, and they always manage to reach an agreement on everything. They assist themselves in times of crisis and decision-making. They were completely enamored with themselves. Because of the love they shared, they created such a wonderful home.

"How come John didn't drive you home?" Margret inquired.

"Well, his brother has finally gotten him a job somewhere in the state."

"That's wonderful news; how did things go at work today?"

"I wish I could say it was fun, but I had to take some work home with me."

"I thought you said you'd finished it."

"Did I? That was my thought until Mr. David took my work and said he was going to look it over. God! That man irritates me to no end. " Angrily, George dropped the sponge in his hand on the dishes. He sighed, his hands resting on his waist.

Margret said in a sweet, calm voice as she gently held his arm.

"Come on, honey, don't let it ruin your evening; I promise you'll make it through."

George remained silent. He nodded, and Margret continued. "I can't thank you enough for coming here after all the work. Thank you very much! "

They hugged after she kissed him on the cheek, then on the lips. Her husband's demeanor shifted, and he flashed a smile.

***

It was now time to enjoy the food that had been prepared. Except for Ian, who wasn't present, the entire family had assisted in the setting of the dinner table. Margret acted as a supervisor. She made certain that everything was done correctly and safely. Angie, as usual, was making things difficult for her. Instead of assisting her, she entertained her with jokes and puns. Margret, on the other hand, never appeared to have it with her. Instead, she played her games with her. Perhaps it was the love she had for her. She loved her daughter a lot, to the extent that she was certain that her daughter was aware of it.

Angie dipped her index finger in the bowl of soup that George had just placed on the table. She drew it out and licked it.

"Beautiful, but not that much," she said, mockingly looking at her mother from the side of her face.

Her mother recognized it as one of her corny jokes. She cracked a grin.

"Oh, you're saying my soup isn't up to par, right? I didn't notice you showing up during the cooking."

Come on, Mom, don't blame me for the suck soup; I'm not the one who made it."

George had no idea what the game was about; he simply sampled the soup and voiced his opinion. "I'm not sure what you mean, but this soup is delicious."

Margret stated: "Thank you very much, honey. You are very kind, but Angie may be able to do better." She smiled as she added. "Angie, you're cooking tomorrow."

Angie's smile faded quickly; she despised cooking, and her mother was well aware of it. Cooking was a severe form of punishment for her.

"Okay, Mom, you've won," she said. "You're not doing that to me. I was joking. I swear you're the best cook I've ever met," She reassured her, but it was too late.

Her mother said with a smile and a shake of her head. "Uh, uh, you're cooking."

Angie sat, growling.

With a smile, her mother added, "Thanks for the compliment by the way."

Angie frowned, her lips pursed.

Collins exclaimed, straddling his hands in the air, "Oh, man!"

He was seated in one of the seats that surrounded the dinner table.

"Angie is cooking?"

"What exactly is the issue with that?" George inquired.

"Come on, her food tastes like it's straight out of a jail cell."

George sighed but remained silent.

Ian walked in at that very moment and greeted everyone at the dinner table.

Margret said, "You're on time; let's eat."

At the dinner table, the entire family sat down to have their final meal of the day.