“Good to hear his brain functions haven"t been compromised.”
She chuckled at my joke as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Since it was Tuesday, my aunt didn"t open up shop.
“I forget, is this your short day?” my aunt asked.
“It"s short in the morning, but I have night class.”
“Oh, that"s right.”
“I"ll be home for lunch,” I said, finishing up my bowl of cereal by drinking the milk out of the bowl and swiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Without comment, my aunt pulled a napkin out of the holder and handed it to me. I took it and dabbed at my wet mouth and hand.
I took my bowl and spoon to the sink, dutifully rinsed them, and headed back upstairs to grab my stuff. While I was in my room, I could hear Weeks making noises in their bedroom. Coughing and thumping noises. I wasn"t s
