Kinderella: A new kind of cinderella story

Chapter Four Dinner with the Brewer's

After getting into some nice clothes, not dresses, but not dirty. Keith didn't change clothes, but that's just Keith. Bobby was still sick, but he ain't near as sick as he was. I helped mom set the table. The house looked so nice. I wish we could keep it like that. Whelp, I am the lucky dog who gets to go out to the shed and get more chairs. Chairs in the shed means dust, and a lot of it. After getting those chairs in the house, and cleaning them off the room was ready. Then, the Brewer's arrived. Misses Brewer, Jacob, and Kassy(little sister) sat on one side of the table, and mom, Bobby, and I on the other. Keith and Mr. Brewer set on opposite ends. The main topic at dinner was the dance. Mr. Brewer thought I was Katy, but in the heat of the moment I kind of wished I was. I mean at least she gets to go to the dance with Jacob. After the Brewer's left, there was a butt load of dishes to do. After I got the dishes done I went to my room, but wasn't really ready to go to bed. I sat on my bed and looked at my calendar my grandmother got me a few weeks before she passed. Then I stood up, and remembered I forgot to mark my calendar for the dance. I turned the page to the first week off October, and when I went to mark it I read "Dad's
Death" on the day before the dance. Our town does this big gathering every year to celebrate all the lives of people lost in the mines at city hall on the day of my dad's death. Last year Justin and I visited the mines during the ceremony. I bet we will this year too. I didn't cry though reading dad's death on my calendar. It broke my heart, but I didn't cry. I just laid on my bed staring at the ceiling, waiting for something to happen. I just didn't know what yet. The next thing I knew I was walking to Keith's room going to get his box of photos under his bed. When I walked in Keith was looking at the photos himself. I don't know how I did it, but I forced myself to ask "Can I look with you?". He just patted the bed gesturing me to sit down, so I did. We said nothing, but I could practically hear the words he was thinking, and to some coincidence I was thinking the same way. Soon enough I went to bed without exchanging another word with Keith.