Dad was making his patented breakfast and in a pretty good mood. He had used a large butcher knife to slice mounds of potatoes into little squares, then fried them in boiling lard in a cast iron skillet. Two additional cast iron fry pans were filled with scrambled eggs and a fourth pan filled the kitchen with the heavenly aroma of bacon frying. There were several baking sheets of his invention, cinnamon rolls made from Bisquick dough with sugar added, rolled thin, spread with a thick coating of butter, pounds of homemade strawberry jam, raisins, more sugar and lots of cinnamon. He rolled up the whole thing and cut slices an inch thick, then placed them on a cookie sheet to bake. Those cinnamon rolls were his invention and a real pleasure to …show more content…
Good, I had him saying yes, great start!
"Well, I was thinking, maybe Steve and I could hike up there and go fishing."
"How would you get to the trailhead? It 's a long drive up the mountain."
"Well, I was thinking you could drive us up," I said innocently, working my way up to the real "ask."
"What, and have me wait in the car all day for you guys to come back? I 'm not interested in hiking up that mountain with you. You remember, don 't you, Frank drove us to the upper trailhead in his Scout and the hike from there was tough enough."
"Well, that 's it, see, I 'm thinking you could just drop us off on Saturday. Then you could drive home and come get us later." I sat there looking into my scrambled eggs and listening to the long silence that followed.
"Come back when?" he asked suspiciously.
Nervous and unsure, I 'd lost the thread of the carefully contrived speech I planned to use to talk him into this.
"Ahhhh, yeah, well, I 'm thinking...the next
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"Who else would be going?" he finally asked.
"Ummmm, just Steve and me...?" Time flowed like cold molasses, the silence broken only by the sound of his spatula as he vigorously stirred the scrambled eggs, scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape..... clunk......then bang...he knocked the residue from the spatula, and still facing his stove, he sighed a big sigh, inhaled deeply and spoke quietly over his shoulder, "You should take the dog with you and I wouldn 't say anything about this to your mother if I were you. I 'll talk to her."
As easy as that! I felt different already. We 'd slipped into a new world, a bigger and slightly scary one, but one pregnant with the promise of real adventure! No more mini-adventure, this one would be a big one! Steve and I immediately shoved our chairs back from the table and jumped up, intending to run off and begin planning this epic. There was so much to do, but before we could get far I heard Dad call from behind me, "Don 't forget to clean up these dishes."
Dang, not everything had changed, "Okay!" I said, but cleaning up was a small price to pay for his cooperation. Not only did we not forget; we didn 't have to be asked
Passage 1: “Where’s the man with the megaphone?” The fair boy shook his head. “This is an island. At least I think it’s an island.
A rider on horseback raced up Blue Hills Road. William recognized Crocco riding tall in the saddle as the horse closed the distance to the farmhouse. Crocco pulled back on the reins when the horse reached the porch. “Where are you off to in such a hurry?” William asked.
After she looked through them she looked back up at him. “Kind of a redundant question, don't you think?” she
“I know it’s a lie, Dennis, but it doesn’t have to be. We could have this, for real I mean, if you still want to.” “If I still want to?” Booker parroted, his surprise raising the pitch of his voice.
“So, Lesley.” My friend turned to stare at me with an expectant gaze. “Are you going to go?” How am I supposed to answer that question? What if nobody will end up going?
“What do you want me to do?” Bill asked when they arrived at the drug store. “I want your promise to let me handle this and not ask any questions.” “You mean you want to do it all by yourself. That sounds great to me.
After our encounter with Nallan, who had been promoted from senator to general, I set about to get revenge. I began to sneak around the city, scavenging weapons and supplies necessary to complete my personal mission. I would go to the nearby military base where Nallan was stationed, and learned as much as I could about it. I figured out when the guard shifts were and where the base was most vulnerable. I watched and followed Nallan and learned his schedule so that I would be able to assassinate him.
Olivia shifted a bit as she watched the older man look at her and Kyle. “I don’t think so. We’re headed the opposite way,” Kyle told him, trying to get the man away from them. He frowned slightly, as though he was expecting them to say yes.
"Do you know where the nearest hotel is? We are not from here." Steve explains. "I can see that", he mumbles under his breath, "It is a long way from here". "That's fine."
“I think he is coming guys” Steve whispered. “Yeah I heard him to” miles
She glanced over at Amy, giving her a look that said “maybe-you-should-help?” Amy simply rolled her eyes and sat next to him, helping start the fire. Their friend, John, had left a while ago to ‘Go on an adventure’, and he still wasn’t back. “Hey.. shouldn’t John be back by now? He left,” Bill looked at her phone, “Almost an hour ago.”
Waterpaw awoke blinking slowly, she yawned and stretched before padding to the broken cliff in the den that kept Pebble hostage in her bedding. Pebblepaw looked up to see her sister leave and frowned. Sitting up, she at the entrance as snow began piling up. She flattened her ears and looked around the dim den seeing the fuzzy outlines of the other apprentices.
Once upon a time, there were animals in the Las Vegas forest. A huge drought had struck the forest and six animals; a fox, wolf, crow, owl, raven, and spider met up with each and were looking for water. The fox asked,“Man I am so thristy, don’t you guys agree?” All the animals said yes in unison.
“Yeah, right.” I argued. “You might think so, but maybe he’ll be home early because he actually wants to get home then to see mom and help clean up the house.” “Why would he do that?”
“But!” She said suddenly, trying to quiet everyone. “I do have something else I might as well share. My original plan for the project, which I scrapped half way. It’s not as good as my final, and has a lot of issues, but I thought it would be better than nothing.”