The Art of Sundays

II

"You seem happy today." was the first thing that came out of my wretch of a brother's mouth when we arrived home. And I tried to ignore it, knowing that it was undeniably true. It's been a while ever since I talked to a guy. An actual person for that matter aside from Landon and my mom, of course. I just stopped engaging in social interaction ever since his heart stopped beating.

"Oh, shut up." I snickered at him while trying to conceal my enthusiasm with a mask of apathy.

"You know it's true, my dear little sister. Since when were you even friends with Art? And I don't mean just any other Art. I mean the Art Fletcher." My brother exclaimed.

I widened my eyes. "Wait, he's the Art Fletcher?"

That's when it hit me.

I was talking to the Art Fletcher. I mentally face palmed myself for being so stupid and oblivious to it.

Landon rolled his eyes. "Who do you think is stupid enough to name their child after an expression of human creative skill and imagination? It's gotta be Cindy Fletcher."

The Fletcher household was a bit prominent all over the city. Cindy Fletcher was known for her husband who left her out of the blue for no absolute reason. It wasn't newsworthy but it was all over the newspaper. When you have an uncanny mother and a notorious son, you kind of get your way around the neighborhood.

"Stop talking nonsense." Mom commented while placing the pyrex of chicken pie on top of the dining table. "Since when was Cindy's son a part of your business?"

"Ever since Lily decided not to tell us that she was friends with him." Landon replied.

Mom gave me a suspicious look. "Really?"

I groaned. "I just met him today. Stop making a big deal out of it."

"I heard that he smokes too." Landon commented and I smacked his head.

"Oh, that's a disappointment." My mom had a look of disgust on her face.

"Can we just stop talking about him? Please?" I begged the two of them.

"Fine." They chorused and I sighed in relief.

"Good. I can't wait to feast on this plentiful decadence." I said aloud.

I was about to slice the pie when my Mom gently smacked my arm.

"What?" I asked while rubbing my arm.

"Grace before meals." she said and I rolled my eyes before praying in silence. All of us muttered our prayers before finally eating. This was gonna be a pretty long day.

~•~

I looked at the time, only to find out that it was already 3:45pm and I had 15 minutes left to get ready.

I pampered myself by putting a minimal amount of makeup and by changing into some sweatpants and a Mumford and Sons tee.

Getting ready for work was the least of my worries. I loved my job and working for five straight hours was something that I didn't mind doing. Selling records and vinyls might not be the most appealing job to some, but it made me happy. I've had my fair share of weird customers though.