Ellie was going to attempt the unthinkable. Dinner. Well, somebody had to do it. It wasn't going to be her seventeen year old sister, Lisa, who was keeping to herself lately. And she hadn't lifted a finger since Mom moved out.
Ellie supposed she just wanted things to be normal, for once. And if that meant making dinner, then so be it. Unfortunately, the egg, she just cracked, was in several little pieces of cracked shell in the bowl.
"Darn." She almost said something else as she looked around the empty kitchen. Mom wasn't here, she could curse like a pirate if she wanted too, but she thought of Mom and what Mom would have said. She didn't.
About that time her sister sauntered in, barefooted. She began to dig through the fridge for a can of pop. "I don't even know why you bother," she smirked. "I'm not going to eat it."
"I don't care." Ellie shrugged. "I'm doing this for Dad, anyway."
"Give up, sis. Who knows when he'll be coming home." Her sister flicked her long, thick chestnut hair behind her shoulder and walked out of the kitchen, sour to the world, as usual.
"Dad won't care, nobody cares..." Ellie mocked in a whiny voice as she winced. She went on to dig the egg shell out. It was just then that she realised she didn't even have a recipe to go by. Oh well, she said to herself. She could do this. She could.
She went to the fridge and got out milk and cheese. It would be a quiche. How hard could a quiche be?
Just then she heard the back door open. It was Kyle. He came in as if he lived there.
"What are you doing here?" She almost jumped, but then laughed.
"Sorry, I knocked at the front door."
"That's ok," she shrugged. "You want to help me with dinner."
"Not really." He looked tired to her. Famished too.
"Hungry?"
"No, not really." He brushed his nose against the back of his hand.
"Are you coming down with something?' She asked as she stirred in some Bisquick to the mess she was making.
"Possibly."
"That's just great, come over here just to spread your germs." She rolled her eyes as she kept stirring in shredded cheese.
"Its not like that." he sighed.
"Get yourself a drink out of the fridge and I'll meet you in the livingroom after I get this in the oven." She knew a good game of Final Fantasy would get him out of this funk he was in. Whatever that might be.
