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Chapter 10

Chapter 10

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I woke up early on Monday, too excited to stay in bed even though I probably should have gotten more rest. Nicole was getting here today, and even though she didn't arrive for another 4 hours (four hours and 18 minutes to be exact), I was already anxious and wanted to make sure everything was ready for her stay.

 I got up and tidied my already tidy bedroom. I vacuumed, cleaned the windows, cleaned the bathroom...again, made breakfast.

"She's not going to stop being your friend if there's a speck of dust," my father teased.

I glared at him. "Eat your breakfast," I snapped.

"2 hours and 15 minutes," I said out loud. My dad finished his breakfast and put his plate in the sink.

"Oh!" I said, remembering, "I packed lunch for you and put it in the bottom tray of the fridge. I made muffins for Nicole, so I had to make space."

He took his lunch. "Oh, yum, grilled chicken and broccoli again." He said sardonically.

"Well, when you actually eat the food and bring down your cholesterol, you can request better tasting meals. You don't want another heart attack."

"Si, ya. Igualita a tu madre," he said waving me off. 

"El pez muere por la boca," I said, cleaning up the table. 

I knew that he would most likely take a bite of the food and then walk down to the local deli and buy himself a sandwich. He tried to hide it from me, but I would find the receipts in his pockets when I did the laundry.

Still, some days it was so busy at the hospital that he couldn't leave for his unhealthy meals. In this case, hunger became the best sauce, and he would have it the healthy meal I made for him. At least on those days, he would at least have a healthy lunch and dinner. It may not seem like a lot, but it added up to 2 to 3 times a week.

He pouted and put on his shoes with resignation.

I cleaned up around his bed and picked up an empty beer bottle off the floor. I held it up and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You promised," I said, putting it in the trash.

"A coworker gave it to me after work yesterday. It's just one, Cecilia."

I rolled my eyes and he ignored me. 

"Remember, I have an 18-hour shift, so I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked.

"No, sir, remember I am sleeping over at Maria's house."

"Oh, that's right, your track friend, alright, well be safe," He said, kissing the top of my head.

I rolled my eyes.

"Eat your lunch!" I yelled back, and he quickly closed the door to pretend he didn't hear me.

'An hour and forty minutes until her plane lands,' I said to myself, looking at the flight tracker on my phone. I had 30 minutes before I had to leave the house. I decided to get dressed to pass the time. I chose a mid-length skirt that had a higher waist. It hung close to my body, which would be nice in the fall weather but still was flowy enough to be comfortable. I paired it with a cropped fisherman sweater and a pair of doc martens.

We were getting into the last week of August, and the temperature had started to drop to the mid-70s. To Maria and Lana, it was still warm. To someone used to a year-round 90 degrees, like myself, it was cold weather—especially at night when it dropped to the 60s.