Lunch was interesting , With so many witnesses watching my every move i had
no choice but to keep the " device " in my pocket . Keeping it in my pocket
meant it was sure to be seen by my mothers xray vision . To be fair I could
never really prove she had it ..but like a black hole is known by that which it
affects around it ...My mothers secret powers ...frequently gave themselves
away. The Xray vision was not the only power she possessed. Like most mothers
and several of my teachers she had Ocular rear craniumitis , Mom also had an
exaggerated sense of smell and could hear a ( or not hear ) a toilet flush from
several rooms away . Mom wasn't as strong as some of the other mothers , but
what she lacked in strength she more than made up in speed.
It was under her steely gaze, flared nostrils and keen hearing I was
resigned to eat my lunch that fateful day. Bob came home late ,,he had been down
at the school looking for me ..apparently He had misunderstood and thought I was
going to the school to play. I assured him he must have heard me wrong , He also
mentioned the school playground was eerily quiet . I commented that I was really
impressed he was able to use the word eerily in a sentence . My humour was lost
on Him as he started in on the Grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup placed
before him, Mom made really good Grilled Cheese Sandwiches , Campbell's made the
tomato soup , I Liked the Sandwich would have preferred to squeeze on of our own
home grown tomatoes and heat it up.
As I was plowing through the first half of the sandwich I could feel my
mothers eyes looking toward my right front pocket ...I tried to put as much of
my stomach into the table as possible shifted my weight ,,as best I could ...it
seemed to help , mom gave me just a causal glance ..but then I could see her
Nostrils flare .
"What's that smell ?" she asked. At a time like this its good to offer a
preemptory response I spoke quickly with certainty " Gee I don't know mom , but
it definitely doesn't smell like gun powder " She gave me a quizzical look but
continued on ...."Did you boys check your shoes before you came in ? " I
immediately twisted my leg to check my feet , suddenly a sharp pain surged
through my little seven year old body ,,,the " device " had shifted and was now
pressing firmly against my boy hood ...and it hurt ...I mean it really hurt .
Fighting back the pain ..I looked at both shoe bottoms,,,,they were clean ...Bob
how ever had that holy crap how did that crap get on my shoe look ...Sheepishly
he removed the show ,,,and took it out side ,,,returning to the table I gently
reminded him to wash his hands ,,,he shot me a look ,
Two close calls ,,,,the inevitable happened ,,,my heart started racing
,,,the oscillating sound of the veins and arteries working in concert , began to
rival the fortissimo of the 1812 Overture , I looked over at Bob ..by the blank
look on his face I knew he could hear it , and if He could hear it ,,,mom was
already calling my Dad ...Afraid to meet her gaze I feigned a look over her
shoulder ...remarkably she seemed calm ...My heart was beating louder ...each
new constriction of my Heart was a dead giveaway ...I was doomed ....it was then
I realized the Sandwich was gone , and so was the soup ...with sweat rolling
over my eyes I asked for permission to leave the table ....I left with Bob still
on the last half of the sandwich , told him I was going to check out why no one
was at the school , then slipped out the door .....time for a date with Destiny
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