Ivana

Part III

Jordan's picture on the side.

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"Two of them? "

Hold up.

" Four. "

What?

"Dude, come on, you're not even making any sense. " Jordan grumbled beside me.

"Tell me." I grunted as I brought my hands up and kept them under my chin.

I glanced at the wall-clock to my right side. 10:15 am, and he was still at it.

"Yes I got it! It's three of them."

The boy, whom you would call an adorable fourteen year old glasses-nerd with brown hair and braces at the first look, turned to look back at me and Jordan. Jordan was sitting on the dining table and I had dragged one chair, turned it in the opposite direction and sat on it.

"I'm driving." I announced exhasperatedly as I got up from my position.

"Shotgun!" Said Jordan as he walked out of the house with me.

"Wait! I did get it right." He came running towards us as I was opening the car door.

"Sure you did Caleb." I said. "Now get in."

The nerd Caleb, was Jordan's little brother. Jordan had told me that he thought Caleb's sight was getting worse and Caleb had denied it. And just as I came to his house today morning, Jordan's mom, Mary, ordered us to buy groceries. And we thought that we could take Caleb to the hospital for eye check-up on the way.

And just a moment ago, Caleb was trying to count the number of dots on a white sheet we had pasted a few feet away from him, while we sat back and watched him.

The moment he said 'three', I had taken the car keys while Jordan spit out a 'I told you so.' There were six dots.

I pressed the brake pedal as we reached the hospital.

"Out you go." Jordan said, signalling Caleb to go for the check up alone. And he effectively went out, grumbling under his breath.

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I pushed the glass door and was met with the familiar 'ding' and Jordan trailed behind me.

I really liked this store and we were kind of like regular customers here. We literally grew up here so we knew the store owner. She was a really kind old woman whom we call 'granny'. Her words, not ours. She never had any kids, so yeah, she wanted us to call her granny.

"We need mustard sauce." Jordan spoke, looking at the 'list' Mary had handed us. Yes, this was sorta included in our daily routine.

"Mustard sauce, mustard sauce, where are you?" I sang as I turned towards the left side, eyeing all the bottles in the row.

"Here." He handed me the list. " I'm going to look for a dish washer."

"A dish washer?", I questioned him as I took the list with my right hand.

He sighed, " Yeah man I broke the last one."

"You broke the last one." I stated. That didn't amaze me. He was a walking time bomb.

He just groaned and disappeared among the aisles to my left.
I just shook my head and continued my hunt until I found it.

I looked around and found a line of food carts and grabbed one, putting the mustard sauce bottle inside it.
I made my way towards the left aisle only to find Jordan playing with an iron box.