Ruby looks at the clock. It’s only 5:30 but she’s been awake for at least an hour. Marvin snores lightly, the lines on his forehead relaxed. She eases from the bed, puts on her robe, and goes to make coffee. It’s Wednesday and she needs to be at Furr’s by 8:30 to sack groceries.
She lights the oven, stirs up a pan of biscuits, and fries some bacon. Awakened by the smell of breakfast, Marvin is up and out to milk. Ruby goes into the middle bedroom, nuzzles Daisy’s ear, and gently shakes the bed. “Time to get up little girl. If you want a ride to school this morning, you’ll have to be ready to go when I am.”
Marvin brings in the bucket of warm milk. Ruby strains it through an old dishtowel and finds a place in the refrigerator for the gallon jug. The three of them sit down to eat, the silence broken only by the scrape of forks.
2 comments:
I can hardly wait until you string Wanda's vignettes together, flesh them out and find an agent!
Oh pshaw!
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