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Castor's Revenge page 2

11/5/2017

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“How does she get these doctors to give her this crap?” He mumbled, shaking his head over the four new bottles which appeared since his last visit...2 days ago.

“Boy, get my tea.”

“Yes, Mother.”​

Kitchen

“Damn her.” Elder swore, jerking around gathering all of the pieces for Mother's tea. “Why does she do this to me?” Ripping the handle on the faucet. “Why do I let her do this to me?” Swinging the pot to the stove.

Elder continued to mumble and curse, moving around his childhood kitchen. Tea leaves in the ball, cup and saucer on the tray, dry nasty biscuits on a small plate and her dainty white linen napkin folded on the left side with a clean spoon. By the time the water was steaming, he had everything gathered and ready to present to Mother.

He warmed the pot, filled it with water and submerged the tea ball, “Alright, Elder.” Taking a deep breathe, “Steel yourself, man. It’s time to return to the dragon’s lair.” Double checking the presentation, he hefted the tray and left the kitchen.



Parlor

As he entered the room, she turned to glare at him, "It's about time. I thought I would succumb." Waving her hand at her side table, "Just place it here."

"Yes, Mother." He drudged across the carpet, gently placing the tray on the same damn table he had been placing it on for the last 189 tea times. Always careful to not scratch the marble tabletop or to rattle and "chip the good china". Elder could feel her icy stare critiquing his pour.

“Here you are, Mother.” After she took the cup, he turned to pick up the plate of biscuits. “Is there anything else I can get for you, Mother? Before I clean the upstairs bathroom and linens.”

She waved him off, "The tea will be adequate.” Smoothing a napkin across her lap. 

He spun on his heel leaving the room, before he bowed again.
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