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Eavesdropping And Home Cooked Meals |
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Well, to be honest, this day was pretty damn boring, in terms of school. I know I didn't do well on the re-take for my Chemistry exam, so I won't bore you with it. I will instead, give you classified information of what happened late last night, after I finished the entry, when I was supposed to be asleep. Brace yourself, this entry is a doozy.
I was watching T.V. when I should have been asleep, when I heard the front door start to open downstairs. I quickly turned off the T.V. and jumped at my bed, in an attempt to look like I'd been asleep, incase my dad came upstairs quickly to check on me. That wasn't the case at all. Kelly had come with him, and then it soon dawned on me that today was the day she was supposed to be technically "moving in", but with very little of her stuff. Her brother was coming next week with a U-Haul to deliver all her stuff she still had in Chicago, and he would most likely stay with us for Thanksgiving.
They were making a lot of noise, and I figured if I had been really asleep, I probably would have woken up from all the ruckus. So, quickly and quietly, I got out of bed, and stood at the top of the stairs and listened to what was going on.
The noise was apparently from them putting away groceries and deciding where to put them. I silently cheered, knowing that there would most likely always be food in the house now that we were shopping for 4 (and soon enough 5). I thought I heard the word "chili", but I coldn't verfy that. Then I reprimanded myself internally for being so selfish as to think Kelly's only here as a food source.
They were discussing locations for clothes, and started to head upstairs, so I bolted for my bed, and made it just in time to look like I'd been tossing and turning in my sleep. My dad came in my room and did something, (which I found out later was put lunch money on my desk, but I didn't see it until I got home later today) and before I knew it, off I was in dreamland.
When I got back, I had research to do, so I left for @net, since my compter has been pronounced dead. Before I left though, I ransacked the kitched to see what they had bought, like the nosy little b*****d I am. The first thing I saw was some chili beans, and I did a victory/peace sign in my excted state. The fridge held peppers and onions, along with some canned tomatoes. It hit me right then and there that they, well, Kelly, ad bought all the ingredients to make Chili, my favorite dish. For those of you who don't know this, I am on chili like Vash is on donuts, or Naruto, ramen. Don't stand between me and a bowl. I did another victory/peace sign and decided I would make some tomorrow.
I didn't get back home until 9:30 tonight, and I noticed walking up my street, that Kelly's car was in the driveway. Once again, the little light in my head clicked as I remembered she was no longer just visiting, she was going directly to Jail, no passing GO, no collecting $200.
I walked inside, and my nose smelled something immediately. It was the smell of something been cooked. I walked into the kitchen, and there was a note on the counter next to some used chili bean cans. Kelly had written it to me, saying my dad had called and wanted me to write him a note telling hi where I'd been, even though I'd left one before I left. Also, that my brother had called and wanted the same thing.
Now here's the part that bugged me. When I talked to her a few minutes later, she had been almost ready to go to sleep, and explained the note to me. She had been worried about me, and for some reason, it bothered me that I made her worry, but I didn't care that my dad or brother had called looking for me. And I'll tell you why: because of the chili.
Now you're thinking: You care more about it because she made you chili? Yeah, that does sound dumb. But it's not just the chili.
You see, I haven't had a true, home cooked meal like that made for me like a real dinner in over 3 years. I have lived throgh canned pastas, soup, sandwiches, cereal, and take-out since then. The fact that she remembered how I told her two weeks ago that I loved chili, and that she actually made it for me brought tears to my eyes. Right then, I really felt I didn't deserve a thing in the world. I could see that right then and there, that this woman cared about us, and wanted to be a part of this family. There was no doubt in my mind that this woman was the one for my dad.
And her chili ain't half bad either. xp
Edible Substance · Tue Nov 16, 2004 @ 04:09pm · 0 Comments |
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