Didnt I?
The Serious Willies
Realizing that my father had the same sense of humor as Garrett gave me the serious willies。
I had the hardest time just looking at my dad; let alone
speaking to him。 But at about five oclock Friday afternoon I agreed with him about one thing
— we shouldve barbecued。 A barbecue is more; you
know; low…key。 Instead; my mom was flying around the kitchen; slicing and dicing and
barking orders at Dad and me like the president was ing
to dinner。
We swept the floor; put an extra leaf in the table; brought in five more chairs; and set the
table。 We set it all wrong; of course; but all my mother
had to do was shuffle things around to make it right。 It looked the same to me; but what do I
know?
She put out candlesticks and said; “Rick; can you load the dishes and run them? Id like a
chance to get cleaned up。 After that you can change。
And Bryce? What are you wearing?”
“Mom; its the Bakers。 Are you trying to make them feel totally worthless?”
“Trina and I agreed on a dress…up; so — ”
“But why?”
My dad put a hand on my shoulder and said; “So fortable; son。”
Women。 I looked at her and said; “Does that mean I have to wear a tie?”
“No; but some sort of button…down instead of a T…shirt would be nice。”
I went down to my room and ripped through my closet looking for something with buttons。
There were lots of buttons; all right。 Lots of geeky
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buttons。 I thought about boycotting my mothers dress…code requirements; but instead I
started putting on shirts。
Twenty minutes later I still wasnt dressed。 And I was extremely ticked off about it because
what did it matter? Why did I care what I looked like at
this stupid dinner? I was acting like a girl。
Then through a gap in my curtains I saw them ing。 Out their front door; down their
walkway; across the street。 It was like a weird dream。 They
seemed to be floating toward our house。 All five of them。
I pulled a shirt off my bed; punched my arms in; and buttoned up。
Two seconds later the doorbell rang and Mom called; “Can you get that; Bryce?”