Breakfast

Good Morning! she says friendly...the smell of fresh coffee a welcome change from the night before. Morning, you sleep well? I say as I help myself to a cup, and ponder the bacon and potoatoes cooking on the stove. Her eye's change and she sits at the table.........I know a story is coming....they always start the same, I already know whats coming. She sips her coffee slowly and starts.. "Let me tell you a story". I was listening to the police scanner last night. Some young men had poached a deer and almost got caught by the police. Really? I ask....thats not really so odd up here......I sip my coffee. True...she says, but rather just give up, or run for thier cars, they ran as a group..into the swamps. State troopers in the swamps.......4 hours, it was quite a chase, they never did catch them....seems they were on foot... I sip my coffee and ponder..so..."they gave up the chase"? For now she says.........You look tired. I suggest you take a shower before you go to school.....I assume you boys have laundry??? I sooo miss breakfasts with my grandma!!!!