“I didn’t spit at you.” Butchie elbowed back sharply. With that, Shawn picked up his runny square of casserole and flung it at his brother. Some hit his sister, Linda, who threw hers back. Immediately a food fight broke out.
That night, we ended up at the local pizza parlor. In fact, we returned most nights. I discovered that kids won’t get scurvy from eating pizza for breakfast, and matching shoes and socks aren’t mandatory for school. When my sister and brother-in-law finally returned, tanned and rested, at least all five children were accounted for.
I didn’t get a chance to ask if they’d enjoyed their vacation. With suitcase in hand, I was halfway home by the time they reached the front door.
Sharon L. Cook of Beverly Farms has been a contributor to The Salem News since the early ’80s. She is the author of the Granite Cove Mystery series and can be reached at email@example.com.