Sheepish
Rian attended a family dinner last night; a small party for a retiring banker.
Twas held at his home, a cold, stark place of entirely too much matching Danish Modern and absolutely nothing on the walls.
Young Black Sheep was invited, and every adult held collective breath to see if he would show. He did. Three hours late, far after dinner was served, togged in the usual young adult weekend attire of ripped bermudas and a Tshirt stamped with Snoopy.
He did not speak. He served up. The hostess found for him an extra chair.
His aunt asked him about life. "What have you been up to?"
"I'm taking two college classes," he answered, without lifting eyes from his loaded plate.
"On what?" Another piped in.
"Photography," he said.
And that was all. He lifted his eyes from the table only once, when canola oil as fuel was discussed, and the growing of deisel. Other than that, he did not appear to notice one person about the table, especially not his parents.
Rian wonders what he was thinking. Was he afraid? Embarrassed? Indifferent? Annoyed?
Or simply hungry?
Twas held at his home, a cold, stark place of entirely too much matching Danish Modern and absolutely nothing on the walls.
Young Black Sheep was invited, and every adult held collective breath to see if he would show. He did. Three hours late, far after dinner was served, togged in the usual young adult weekend attire of ripped bermudas and a Tshirt stamped with Snoopy.
He did not speak. He served up. The hostess found for him an extra chair.
His aunt asked him about life. "What have you been up to?"
"I'm taking two college classes," he answered, without lifting eyes from his loaded plate.
"On what?" Another piped in.
"Photography," he said.
And that was all. He lifted his eyes from the table only once, when canola oil as fuel was discussed, and the growing of deisel. Other than that, he did not appear to notice one person about the table, especially not his parents.
Rian wonders what he was thinking. Was he afraid? Embarrassed? Indifferent? Annoyed?
Or simply hungry?
posted by La Tulipe | 1:20 PM
2 Comments:
It's got to be so hard on him. I'm surprised he even showed up, I wouldn't want to go through that.
I agree with Jess. For him to show up at all is perhaps a step in the right direction, yes?
It could not have been easy for him.
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