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If it’s not on by noon tomorrow, come home – Dad
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“Everything good?” Samuel asked.
“Yes, just checking in with my family.”
“They good?”
“Yes, they are fine. My dad is trying to get us to come to their house. He doesn’t know we will build a bonfire in our living rooms before staying at their house.”
“It’s that bad?”
“Not bad, Mom can just be a little mother hen-ish.”
“Ah, got it.”
Samuel
“I have some good news and some bad news which would you like first?”
The weather had been unseasonably warm for this time of year. Saint Louisans knew that when the weather is unseasonably warm, we should anticipate thunderstorms or tornados. Luckily today, it was just thunderstorms. Severe thunderstorms but nothing that would tear people’s houses from the foundations. This building hasn’t lost power in years, so the storms must be formidable.
“Bad, please. Bad news always makes the good news better.”
She sat forward waiting for me to continue.
“Bad news, we are on the fortieth floor. The only way to get out of here is to walk down all forty flights of stairs. When we get to the bottom floor, there is no way to be sure the doors will work since they are automatic, and the power is out.”
“We are stuck?” She exhaled a deep breath and sat back on the couch. “What’s the good news?”
“There is plenty of food in the kitchen. The culinary team prepared it for us, but I hadn’t requested for them to bring it in because I got lost in work.”
“So, we won’t starve and have to choose which one lives and which one dies?” She smiled.
She was coming out of work mode and relaxing. In this short time of knowing Averie, I’ve observed two distinct modes; work and play. When she is working, she is all about business. She doesn’t smile much. She doesn’t make jokes or have any time for playing around. When she is in play mode, she smiles a lot, and her wit is on full display.
“It’s not necessary to decide who lives or dies, but if we did, how would we go about it?”
“Easy. It would just take one question: salt or sugar on your grits?”
“That’s not right. You are the one asking the question so my answer will be wrong no matter what it is,” I deduced.
“Not necessarily. There is only one right answer.” She got up from the couch and took two legal pads from my desk. “Here,” she handed me one and kept the other one. “Write down your answer.”
I grabbed a pen and scribbled my answer on the paper. I added a couple of swirls so she wouldn’t be able to guess what I was writing. She apparently had the same thought process because when I looked up, she was still writing.
“Okay,” she smiled. “Reveal.”
We both flipped our pads at the same time.
“See! Salt! You would have to go.”
