If you haven't read the first part of Who Knew? or need a refresher, I suggest that you go to http://stardragger.blogspot.com/2006/11/story-who-knew-not-finished.html before you read this post. With that said and done, I hope you enjoy this! (By the way, it's still not finished, so don't get your hopes up too high!)
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I heard the slammed door I’d been listening for and yelled up to my dad, “What are we having for dinner and can you make sure we have enough food for an extra person tomorrow night?”
“Food!” He responded to my first question. I had expected that answer and was already on my way up the stairs.
“Very funny, Dad. You know what I mean.”
As he took the top off of the pan for me to see what he was cooking, he asked, “So, who’s the visitor for tomorrow and why do you always insist on telling me, the cook, on such short notice?”
“Because I’m mean like that, Dad. What kind of food that you eat are we having for dinner tomorrow?”
He frowned playfully, trying to think of another way to trip me up. I had already used his normal arsenal of true, but unhelpful, responses.
“Okay, fine. Does homemade pizza sound good?” I nodded, happily contemplating tomorrow night’s dinner. “What time is he coming? That is, unless you want to subject him to our chicken-barbecue sauce combo.”
“I’m pretty sure he’ll survive. It’s not like it’s your Shrimp Creole.” He smiled at this. I was sure that even he could barely stand the spiciness of his favorite shrimp dish, despite his tolerance for spicy foods. “He’s supposed to be coming at seven. Is that all you need?” I asked as I started to descend the stairs. I’d been working on my newest Dean Koontz book when I was interrupted by Mr. Slick and would have liked very much to continue reading.
“No, set the table, please.”
“Kaytlin, do you want to help me set the table?”
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The next afternoon finally rolled around and found me trying to do my homework and clean the living room at the same time. It wasn’t too hard since there wasn’t much on the floor and I was reading a book for my English class. I would have waited until I was done cleaning because I’m a fast reader but when you’re dealing with three AP classes, you can’t wait.
“Don’t worry about the table. Kaytlin and I will handle it.”
“Thank you.”
“In the meantime, get ready. Your friend’s supposed to be here in an hour,” my dad continued as he eyed my school outfit of frayed jeans and a Robotics Competition shirt with spots all over it.
“Okey dokey.” I stomped downstairs and put on my nice jeans he’d given me a couple weeks ago and my navy blue “Overeducated and underemployed” shirt. I finished off my “look” by putting on my whale tail necklace, rolling the cuffs of my jeans and putting my hair in its usual double ponytail.
On my way back upstairs to grab my backpack, I passed my mom on her way down the stairs with her arms full of laundry.
“Well, I must say that I’m a little surprised. Since when do you do the laundry?”
“Since today because your dad’s making dinner and you need your uniform for softball tomorrow.”
“Oh, that’s right! I never remember anymore because I don’t get to look forward to seeing Mr. Mark or Mr. Charlie.” My mother rolled her eyes. She knew I still held a grudge for not being able to play for Harundale the last couple seasons.
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