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Within minutes I had pancake batter whipped up and was pouring some onto the hot frying pan. The sun was just tinting the sky with pinks and blues. I could hear Mrs. Richards above moving around. She was an early bird too. But she got up early because she was old. I got up this early to make sure Benji got to school on time.
“Hey,” my brother called as I flipped a golden brown pancake over. “Coffee ready?”
“Yep. How many do you want?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder to see him tugging a mug from the cupboard. He was feeling quite femme today. His long red hair was braided neatly, his eyes lined, and his clothing free and frilly. He had a great eye for style and paired things that I would never think to put together. “You look nice. Did you make that skirt in family sciences?”
“Yeah, I did. It’s from a bargain bin at the fabric store. I like the pink and green stripes.” He gave the skirt a pat then poured his coffee. “I’ll have three. Did you bring anything home from the boat last night?”
“Yeah, Chef Mike made you a dish,” I jerked my scruffy chin at the fridge. “We had chicken breasts and braised red potatoes, green bean almondine, and a side salad.”
“Cool!” Benji replied. Chef Mike, for all his blustering never forgot to set aside a take home meal for Benji and me. He knew our situation was strained at times. Combine that with the knowledge that we were alone now that Dad was dead and our mother had taken off for parts unknown the day after they brought Benjamin home. Everyone at work was always slipping us food. As did the neighbors. We turned nothing down trust me. People in Watkins Glen were super kind and giving, even those who didn’t have much to give.
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