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The Coffee Shop - 3. Chapter 3
“Sleep well, Tim. We can talk more tomorrow after a good night’s sleep. Remember, we’ve snow to shovel tomorrow.” Chuckling, Paul left the room.
In the morning, after I had showered and dressed, I went into the kitchen to see if I could help prepare breakfast. Paul’s mom was already there with a cup of coffee in her hand. “Would you like a cup of coffee, Tim?”
“Yes, please, is there anything I can do to help you?”
“Could you prepare Paul and your breakfast? I have to get to the shop to open. After the snow has been cleared, ask Paul to bring you to the shop for lunch. We can talk then about your future.” Smiling, she put the cup into the sink and left for the shop.
I was wondering what to make for breakfast. I checked the refrigerator, and there were eggs, sausage, and cheese. I thought an omelet in a wrap would be good; it was a favorite of mine. I began to make biscuit dough as I thought about what’s going to happen next. I need to finish school, and I hoped to attend college, even if it’s a local community college. While rolling out the biscuit dough, I turned on the oven and set the temperature to 350. I cut the dough into circles and pressed them into muffin pans. While the dough rested, I made scrambled eggs and fried the sausage. When the eggs and sausage were done, I filled the dough-lined muffin tins with a mixture of egg and sausage, topping them off with cheese. Into the hot oven for 20 minutes, and breakfast would be made. I washed the dishes and pans, dried them, and put them away. I sat at the table with another cup of coffee with my head in my hands. I had so many thoughts and questions. My head began to hurt.
” Hey, you ok? You were up early, and what’s that delicious smell?”
“I made breakfast, is that ok?”
“It’s fine. Is it ready? I could eat a horse this morning.”
I took the breakfast muffins out of the oven and set them on the table. I got two plates while Paul got the silverware. “Do you want some orange juice?”
“Yes, please. Is there enough coffee for you, or should I make another pot?”
“No. Orange juice is enough. When we go to the shop, we can get more coffee.”
I watched Paul’s face as he began to eat the one muffin he put on his plate. It was like, I’ll try one, and if I don’t like it, I don’t have to eat more. Well, it didn’t happen like that. As soon as he took the first bite, I chuckled to see his face light up with a surprising look.
“These are good. I never tasted a combo like this. The flavors melt together. You did a great job. Keep cooking like this, and I’ll make sure you never leave.”
I was glad he enjoyed my cooking. I just smiled and quietly told him I was glad he liked them. I told him what his mother said about clearing the snow and then coming to the shop for lunch.
“I’ll do the dishes, and then we can begin to clear the driveway and walks. Probably should clear Mrs. Cranston’s as well.”
Between snowball fights, making snowmen, yes, we had to make several. Paul said we needed to make a family of three. I thought he was referring to his mom, dad, and himself. I realized the third was for me when he asked if I had a cap that he could use.
I noticed Mrs. Cranston watching us out of her window. When Paul and I headed to her place and started to clear the snow, she came out on the porch and asked us if we wanted some hot chocolate. By this time, we were cold and wet from the snowball fight. Paul quickly said it would be great as soon as we finished shoveling the snow.
When we finished in front, I followed Paul around the back of her house. We cleared a path from her back porch to her garage. Unlike Paul’s house, her garage was detached, and she would need a way cleared if she was going to get to her car.
We sat on the back porch drinking our hot chocolate and eating a few sugar cookies. Paul told Mrs. Cranston that I would be living with them, and I’d take care of the snow after he went back to college. Nothing more was added, and nothing more was said.
By the time we finished, changed out of the wet clothes, and showered again, we decided to walk to the shop. On the way, Paul saw a few of his friends; he waved to them but kept on walking. When we got to the shop, Marie hugged Paul and went to get two cups of coffee. Paul asked her if she would tell his mom we were there.
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