"You're late, Maygue. Again." My mother growled at me, much like a beast. I didn't see what the big deal was. After all, there was no one in the shop this early, as most sane people were in bed catching as many Zzz's as they could before they too had to leave the world of dreams and join the world of reality. Honestly I think my mom just liked reminding me that I am never punctual.
"You know, it's really weird how you call me by OUR last name, Mom." I informed her blithely as I grabbed a white apron and folded it so it covered my lap and tied it tightly about my waist.
"Heather," My mom sighed. "You know you're supposed to wear the shop colors. You refused a uniform but you've got to look like an employee! Otherwise how're the costumers supposed to know to ask you for help?" My mother asked me as if trying to get me to see reason.
"I dunno," I shrugged. "Maybe wearing an apron and being dusted in flour would be a strong enough hint?" I said this lightly as I went about busying myself with preparing the bakery.
My mom walked past me and swatted my butt, unnecessarily hard.
"Smartass." She reprimanded.
"Hey, if that bruises I can report you for child abuse you know." I warned her as I glared at what I was doing.
"Heather! You are a plant and a pain and yet you are mi-i-ine! Oh Heather my bird of a feather oh Heather my duck!"
"Wait, I'M the pain? How am I yours?" I pointed the french fry in my hand that had previously been on a journey to my hungry maw.
"My dear, you are a pain to everyone around you. And you've been mine since you nearly ran me over in your moms car!" He sighed. "That was the day we became best friends. Remember?" He smiled at me and tilted his head winningly. I swear Ralph should've been a beauty queen. He was certainly prettier than any girl I knew.
"Of course I remember. You screamed like a girl and my mom threatened to sue you for child endangerment or something." I laughed.
"No offense hun, but your mom can be a scary--"
"One more word and I'll dump your milkshake on you Ralphie." I warned. "No one talks shit about my mom but me."
"Yeah, yeah, but technically she's my mom too b'cause you're my sister from a scary mother."
"You know, it's really weird how you call me by OUR last name, Mom." I informed her blithely as I grabbed a white apron and folded it so it covered my lap and tied it tightly about my waist.
"Heather," My mom sighed. "You know you're supposed to wear the shop colors. You refused a uniform but you've got to look like an employee! Otherwise how're the costumers supposed to know to ask you for help?" My mother asked me as if trying to get me to see reason.
"I dunno," I shrugged. "Maybe wearing an apron and being dusted in flour would be a strong enough hint?" I said this lightly as I went about busying myself with preparing the bakery.
My mom walked past me and swatted my butt, unnecessarily hard.
"Smartass." She reprimanded.
"Hey, if that bruises I can report you for child abuse you know." I warned her as I glared at what I was doing.
"Heather! You are a plant and a pain and yet you are mi-i-ine! Oh Heather my bird of a feather oh Heather my duck!"
"Wait, I'M the pain? How am I yours?" I pointed the french fry in my hand that had previously been on a journey to my hungry maw.
"My dear, you are a pain to everyone around you. And you've been mine since you nearly ran me over in your moms car!" He sighed. "That was the day we became best friends. Remember?" He smiled at me and tilted his head winningly. I swear Ralph should've been a beauty queen. He was certainly prettier than any girl I knew.
"Of course I remember. You screamed like a girl and my mom threatened to sue you for child endangerment or something." I laughed.
"No offense hun, but your mom can be a scary--"
"One more word and I'll dump your milkshake on you Ralphie." I warned. "No one talks shit about my mom but me."
"Yeah, yeah, but technically she's my mom too b'cause you're my sister from a scary mother."
