It was now the holiday season and school was out for Thanksgiving break. On Thanksgiving morning, I awoke to the smell of one of Earl's hearty breakfast cooking in the kitchen. I looked at my digital alarm clock on my nightstand and it read 9:45. I yawned, stretched and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I could also hear the hard rock music he was blasting from the front of the trailer. I pushed my covers back and strolled into the kitchen in my light blue sleeveless night gown. I found Earl standing at the stove in his dark blue plaid pajama bottoms and no shirt cracking eggs into a clear glass bowl, while his new lady friend sat at the table in Earl's red robe sipping coffee from a mug. Earl sometimes would go out on the occasional date and would end up bringing his dates back home with him, I guess depending on how the date went. This particular woman was a short and chubby light skinned black woman with long rope braids that reached the middle of her back. Callie Jones, this woman was his date from last night. She was very pretty with big brown eyes and dimples. Earl and Callie pretty much stayed out all night going to poker games and dancing. Earl and Callie came back here around 2:00 in the morning, both obviously drunk and in good moods. Even on his way to his bedroom, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Earl is always in a really good mood when he has (A) won some money from playing poker or rolling dice, or (B) getting laid. They came back here after he won 800 dollars in cold hard cash.
"Good morning", I said, still groggy from sleep.
"Just in time", Earl said, breakfast almost ready.
"Where are we gonna eat Thanksgiving dinner?", I asked.
"Anywhere y'all ladies wanna go", he replied. I'm payin'.
A hearty, stick to your ribs breakfast was finally done. Earl fried slab bacon, made scrambled cheese eggs, buttermilk biscuits and buttery grits. We took our seats around the table and begin to dig into breakfast. Earl poured a splash of whiskey in his morning black coffee along with sugar, as I poured myself a glass of grape juice. Callie poured her second cup of coffee. The phone rang and Earl answered it.
"Hello", he said. Ok, she right here.
He passed me the phone, it was Benjamin on the other end.
"Hey, Benny", I said, what's up.
"Hey, Alexis", he replied. Um, are you doing anything special for Thanksgiving?
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Mr. Tan
Teen FictionTeenage Alexis Bethany Hathaway who is reunited with her nonchalant mother and her verbally abusive husband after her loving grandmother's death. Once she discovers that she is pregnant, her mother tells her she has a certain amount of time to get a...
