Summer, Day 34

The rattle of dishes in the kitchen caught my attention early that morning. Humming. I snuck down the hallway and looked around the corner. There was Yali, sitting on the counter, humming some tune to himself, over and over and over, as he rummaged through spices and sauces, without a care in the world.

“YALI!” Puck bellowed from the basement.

“WHAT?!”

“BRING ME A BOWL AND SOME MILK AND A SPOON!”

“THERE’S NO MILK!”

“THERE’S NO MILK?!”

“THERE’S NO MILK!”

So Yali slipped off the counter, tucked a melamine plate under one arm – because a plate works just as well as a bowl, especially when there’s no milk left in the house – and trundled back down to the basement to join his brother for Thursday morning cartoons.