Grant tumbled down the wooden stairs, passing the family portraits on the wall. He grabbed his coat from the hall stand, and crossed the soft carpet of the living room to the kitchen door. Peering round the doorway, he saw his mom flipping pancakes. “David’s on bowl patrol.”
“I knew that,” said Elin.
Grant smiled lopsidedly. “Come on, Mom,” said Grant. “Go with the illusion of normalcy.”
Elin lifted the bubbling batter with a blue plastic spatula. “Sure. How many pancakes do you want?”
Grant knew very well she knew. “Fifteen.”
“I saw you eating five. David’ll spill his orange juice, so I’d sit across from him if I were you.”
“Thanks for the tip.” Grant padded back across the living room, slipped his Adidas on, and headed out into the yard.
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Word count remains about the same, because there was some whacking of dead wood.
11663 / 90000 words. 13% done!
Since I posted Jennifer’s interview tonight, I’ll work on photo galleries tomorrow. I have a day off work tomorrow, so I hope to get to some of that tomorrow night, because I’ll be doing most of my drafting during the day.
Catherine
