Tuesday
After today's session, I'm convinced that Mrs. K likes to make her classes up as she goes. There's no rhyme or reason to her lessons.
There's also no reason for that pun to be there.
I'm hungry, and lunch looks appetizing for once, chicken tenders with catsup dip. Catsup isn't real, but I'll eat the tenders. I take my tray and head to the usual table with my usual cast of characters. Max has traded his lunch for someone's orange. As he peels it, the whole table suddenly smells like the wood varnish that Mom likes to use.
How does nobody catch him?
"Well, that class sucked," Max says.
"It wasn't bad," Kieran says.
"Were we in the same room?"
"Yeah?"
"Okay then."
"Really?"
Kieran must have a soft spot for Mrs. K. I can't say that I blame him. Last I knew, he gushed over the piano, so that would explain it.
"Ooh."
"What?"
"So, my mom thinks it would be cool if you came over this weekend," Kieran says.
Mom...
Wait. Let's take two.
Max's brows are on the rise. "Your mom thought it'd be cool if we came over? For what?"
"You haven't come over in a while."
Max pops an orange slice in his mouth. "Uh, right."
How can people eat oranges? They're rubber.
"What?"
"No offense, but...your mom's weird."
"Hey!"
"The last time I was there," Max says, "she dragged us out to this dumb community lecture at the rec center."
That sounds about right.
I remember one time when I went over to Kieran's house, his dad dragged us out to his school for a meeting he was a part of. We had to sit and wait in a hallway. Dad got mad at me because he was supposed to pick me up at eight, but we didn't get back until eighty-thirty. I told him what happened, and that's why I never went back.
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