Wendy grabbed her dinner and ate it out on the patio. It was still hotter than holy hell, even with the sun out of the sky, but eating dinner at the table made her sad. It reminded her of her mother, and Wendy didn’t like being reminded of her mother. Lately, dinner consisted of trying to hear Jeopardy answers over her father’s occasional sobs. He was having trouble adjusting too; mother had always done all the cooking. Wendy’s little brother rarely ever left his room anymore. So rather than being enclosed in a room stiff with her mother’s ghost, Wendy liked eating outside. She sat on the patio furniture that had fallen victim to the sun’s fading rays much the same way the old Happynap house had and ate her steak and instant mashed potatoes in silence. The meat was tough, but better tasting than usual. She did her best to make the glass bottle of Pepsi she was drinking last for the duration of the steak.


Even though the lack of sun brought some relief from the heat, the silvery moon brought out the mosquitos that were apparently much hungrier than Wendy. She wondered if she tasted better than the steak did, and then wondered if mosquitos could even taste at all.


A future college student should know if mosquitos can taste, she thought to herself.


She brushed the thought aside as she addressed the huge scrape she had procured on her left knee during the last race with Ink. Ink was a jerk, but he was the closest thing she had to a best friend. After all the bad stuff had happened in school this past year, the bad stuff she didn’t even like talking about, Ink was the only person who really stayed friends with her. He always had her back, but not in some kind of romantic way which she appreciated. She didn’t want that with him, he was too big of a loser. She did have one other good friend, who lived a few towns over, named Lucy, but she had been a counselor at a sleep away camp all summer. Lucy was great, she did all the “girlie” stuff that Wendy couldn’t do, and she did it without being a total bitch.


Wendy finished the last of her well-done steak and decided she was going to bring some up to her little brother and then give Lucy a call. Maybe she was back from sleep away camp. Wendy thought that hearing Lucy’s voice would make her really happy. And when she got to her room, she was pleased to find out that it did.


~ by ripgrimey on August 3, 2011.

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