Spaghetti was boiling on the stove as I scurried about our home, the floor was still a little slick from when I mopped earlier. I hope nobody slips. " Is dinner done yet Cecelia?" Father called from the couch.
"Not even close Father." I yelled back. I hadn't checked on Rosaline for a while now, and I was getting a bit worried. I'll check on her for the spell that the spaghetti is cooking. "Rosa?"I wailed drawing closer to our room. No response. "Rosaline?" I opened the door and nobody was in the room. The window was open.'The beast had escaped!"I thought, but this was serious. What would I tell father if he asked about her? Well I guess it doesn't matter because she 'ought to be sober by now.
"Cecelia," Father exclaimed," The pasta is boiling over!"
"Be right there!" I screamed back. I dashed across the house to the kitchen to turn down the noodles. "You really couldn't do that?" I asked jokingly.
"Well I'm an old man,all I do for a living is sit around and read magazines" he spat lowering his glasses.
"I know Father I'm only pulling your chain." I rejoined giggling. The utter silence after our conversation was awkward. I didn't really know how to break the ice, considering Father and I have nothing in common. Nothing in common except for our good looks of course. "So?" I uttered.
"So how has your day been?" Father delivered.
"Okay I guess considering I had to clean our whole home."
"I'm sorry C" he sighed" It's just been hard for me to move around and stuff since your mother has been gone. I hope you can understand."
"Don't put that guilt trip on me Father! Don't just lay out those lousy words and excuses. I know it's been hard for you, but it's been hard for all of us!" I shouted. I don't think I've ever spoken to Father in such an unmannerly tone before. I knew better. Even though I was 17 it didn't mean it was too late for punishments. His face fell and saddened. Little tears started to well up in his eyes. "I-I-I I'm sorry Father I-I I don't know what came over me"I stammered.
"It's fine C" he managed to put out there. I felt terrible. What have I done. I just screamed at a man who has terrible anxiety and a bipolar disorder. This night is going terribly wrong already. Rosa is gone. Father and I fighting(mostly me.)
The timer beeped and the noodles were done boiling I haven't even warmed up the sauce! I snatched a pan from the pantry and poured the sauce into it. I set it on the stove for 10 minutes on medium heat. I continously stirred the clumpy,red tomato sauce until it was warm. I set it off to the side while I stained the noodles. I plopped them into a humongous bowl and scattered the sauce on top. I gathered two bowls from the cabinet overhead and scooped Father and I some spaghetti. I took one bite and realized, I had forgotten the meat. "Hey Father." I called.
"Yes?" He replied.
"Do you want to just order some pizza instead?" I asked.
" That's fine" he yelled.
"Okay then."
"Wait, where is your sister?"
