Specail Delivery

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I take my shower and try to get the smell of cow off of me. I skipped dinner tonight, I just didn't have an appetite. I'm getting thirsty, I check the time. It's 8 O'clock, hell I'm sure they are all in bed and sleeping by now. So I should be able to sneak downstairs and get me some water. I open my door and tiptoe down the hallway, I use my cellphone light to find my way. I make it to the kitchen. I have no clue where the glasses are. I should have had him show me around. I walk around and open up different cabinets, no glasses. Where the hell are they?! I open the last cabinet and bingo.

Beau: So your the one making all the noise.

He scared the absolute shit out of me and the glass I was holding goes flying. It shatters all over the floor.

Ella: Damnit, you scared me!

Beau: You scare really easily.

Ella: Well when someone is lurking around in the dark, you would freak out to.

Beau: Yea, you're right. That's why I'm down here trying to figure out who was lurking around in the kitchen.

Ella: I was quiet there's no way you heard me. Also, it's like 830 isn't it 2 hours passed your bedtime?

Beau: Hahah, you're funny.

Ella: Thanks, I try.

Beau: You want to hear something really funny?

Ella: Sure.

Beau: We have a tractor to spread the hay out.

Ella: What?

Beau: Yea, we actually have a machine that does it for us.

Ella: So what I done today was for what? For show?

Beau: You should feel good about it. It's been a tradition within my family for many years. Pops done the same to me when I was younger.

I just laugh, I'm not really that upset about it.

Ella: Haha, so I'm part of the cool kids club now?

Beau: I would say you passed.

I bend down and start picking up all the glass pieces. A little piece of glass gets stuck in my finger.

Ella: Shit.

Beau: You ok?

Ella: Yea, just got some glass in my finger.

He walks up to me and takes my hand. He walks over to the sink and runs water over my finger.

Beau: Is it ok?

I touch my finger.

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