Death Lilly

chapter 10

So this is what it feels like to be normal, I think to myself as I daydreamed out the window during breakfast. It had been an interesting first month at school. I was over two weeks since I had had to take any of my medication and Uncle Stewart was feeling positive that I wouldn't need a repeat from any of the doctors. I had only a few mild anxiety attacks, which Cayn had helped me through. He knew about my issues, it had been a big part for me to trust him with. We were only a few weeks away from Halloween, which I was looking forward too. Cayn was amazing though we were still taking things slow. I enjoyed being Cayn's friend during school hours while being able to spend quality time getting to know him outside of school.

The smell of greasy bacon frying in a hot pan filled the house with a most delicious smell and I had convinced Uncle Stewart to invest in a better coffee machine. I made myself a latte, which Stewart calls a fancy cappuccino and settle into my seat. Stewart dumps a heap of bacon and scrambled eggs onto a plate.

He hands me a plate and fork. "Eat up."

"Thanks." There is no way I can eat all that.

Uncle Stew takes the seat across from me, flicking through some car magazines. I take a piece of bacon, slowly nibbling on it. We spend our Saturday moring in silence. I wondered whether or not he's sober after last night. I heard him arrive home at three thirty this morning. Glancing at the clock, I notice it's only a little after nine right now.

Without thinking I eat another two strips of bacon. The taste is incredible, I'm pretty sure he's fried it with a little maple syrup. I study the piece I have on the end of my fork closer, it is glossy and smells great. I savor the next bite, tasting all the flavors. His cooking reminds me of what it was like with Grandmamma. I never expected Uncle Stewart to be able cook so well after spotting all the empty pizza boxes left around. He is half way through his breakfast, car magazine still in hand.

Bloodshot eyes look at me curiously. "What's up?"

"I just never knew you'd be such a Martha Stewart type cook." I exclaim sarcastically.

"I think there are a lot of things that we don't know about each other Lilly." I can't tell if he is being serious or if he is pulling my leg. Of course we didn't know that much about one another. Not like I had the chance to drive countless miles to come for a visit or anything when I was a kid.

"Well, we have the chance to get to know one another now."

"That is true." He drops his gaze back down to the magazine. It is now that inspiration strikes, I want to spend quality time with my Uncle but I doubt he will want to go shopping, so I think about doing something he would enjoy that would benefit both of us.

"Uncle Stew, I was wondering if you and I could work on my mother's car?" As soon as I finish the question I take a large sip of my now cold Latte. He's staring at me with a raised eyebrow. I'm not sure whether that is good or not.

"Umm, it would be really handy if I could drive myself around instead of burdening you." I add hoping that it might be the right incentive. Instantly, I regretted my words.

"For heaven's sakes, Lilly, have some respect. When it's the right time I'll let you know. Plus, you need to earn the privilege before I even consider working on it with you. You know it isn't like I am made of money," he snaps at me.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought it... Be easier for you..." I can't think of the right words to say. I stumble. It is hard as I don't know what I've done wrong. All I did was ask.