"WHERE ARE MY
SHOES", Sister #2 said in her usual 60-decibel-no-volume-control setting.
She seemingly teleported across miscalaneous parts of the house apparently looking for her shoes. Sister #3 kicked at the dog from under the table (I don't know why Sister #3 was under the table). Then Dad walked in shouting "Has anyone seen the keys to the 'Red Truck'?".
She seemingly teleported across miscalaneous parts of the house apparently looking for her shoes. Sister #3 kicked at the dog from under the table (I don't know why Sister #3 was under the table). Then Dad walked in shouting "Has anyone seen the keys to the 'Red Truck'?".
Suddenly, without warning, Sister #3 jumped out from under the table and rushed to the bathroom where she would take a second shower, do her hair, and stay until peace on planet earth was restored and her father was in good humor once again. I woke up with a start, mathbook in one hand, pen (which is illigal) in the other, and started to mutter math problems quietly to myself but loud enough for others to just hear me. Dad finding his keys shouted a triumphant song that sounded more like a war bellow. Sister #3, finding it was safe, came out of the bathroom with a suprisingly good hair-doo. "What problem are you on?" Dad said, directing his voice toward me.
"U se mae um well I'm on problem seventeen," he said sitting up from his slumped position into a more favorable one.
"Are you on your first or second lesson for today?"asked Dad "My second lesson", I answered with a confidence that I hoped wouldn't get me in trouble.
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