My eyes registered a June tan covered only by blue and white Spiderman boxer briefs race by my position on the couch. A single piece of paper torn from a spiral notebook drifted on to the Sunday School lesson I was studying.
Mom
You are invied to come for
Sam and
Isaac’s Dinner
Dad got one too; except he got a 25¢ off coupon seeing as tomorrow was Father’s Day.
After a short while, I heard my husband’s footsteps coming up from the basement. I put my book down and headed in the same direction.
When we reached the boys’ room, the door was shut. We dutifully knocked and were told, “Just a minute.” Soon after, the door opened and we walked inside.
On the floor in front of us was a pillow paradise. Tom Chapin was singing softly in the background and a blue 2 ring binder was lying in front of us. The boys were both dressed in
their Sunday suits – one standing by a table of magic tricks and the other behind his toy cash register.
The notebook contained a single piece of paper describing the menu; there was a cheese sandwich, chips, a bagel, and gum. Everything was 50¢ except for water, which was free.
Never mind that it was 10:00 a.m., we both ordered a bagel and some water. While one boy prepared our meal, the other treated us to a brief exposition of his talents in slight of hand.
We received our meal – served on Chinette paper plates – from in between the spaces of my
youngest’s bunk bed ladder. Sitting inconspicuously to the side was an empty Slim Jim container converted into a tip jar. We paid our bill and tipped in coinage easily divisible by two and took our meal downstairs to enjoy together in front of the TV.
