Geoffrey Fairchild sat at the kitchen table reading his morning paper, like he always did. So far the morning had been pleasant and by that he meant silent. Just him, his tea and his toast. However, this enjoyable moment soon came to pass as Frankie entered the kitchen. No, Geoffrey thought, it’s Sunday. Don’t let her speak, or ask, or do anything. Let me have my Sunday morning, please.

“Hey Geoff.” Frankie said as she pulled the milk out of the Sub Zero refrigerator and began to pour herself a glass.

“Francis, how are you this morning?” I don’t care, go away! Go! Geoffrey added mentally. She should sleep in late, not be awake at 8am.

“Great! Man, you should’ve seen me at the skate park yesterday! I was doing all these 180’s and I must’ve spent three hours on the half pipe alone and then Andy fell off one of the ramps and got a bloody nose...” Frankie continued to go on with the past day’s event as Geoffrey tried to concentrate on his paper. Let’s see, drive by shootings, robberies, annoying girl child trying to talk my ear off. I do not care Francis! Go back to the skate park right now and leave me in peace!

“And then Bobby Alistair’s mom and came to--Geoff you’re not even paying attention, are you?” Frankie was sitting across the table from him now, her glass half full. Geoffrey carefully folded up his paper and laid it on the table.

“Francis, do you want to hear what I did yesterday?” he asked, keeping his voice calm. Frankie stood, leaving her glass on the table.

“Uh...maybe later. I, um, better get going. Homework and all that. Bye!” and with that, Frankie rushed out of the kitchen. Geoffrey picked up his paper and began reading. After a moment he laid his paper back on the table and allowed himself to physically sigh. Curse that girl but I enjoy her company after all that!