I think it’s going to be a lot quieter around here. She thinks we’re going to totally fall apart without her.
Mom divorced Dad and left when I was five and Camellia was twelve, so she’s kind of taken care of me and Dad since then. I’ve been hit by flying zucchini before when Camellia gets worked up about something. I moved to the other side of the kitchen island with the carrots.
She started whacking at the zucchini extra hard. So I went over to Eric’s or Troy’s whenever I really wanted hamburgers (which it turns out is like four times a week, but they don’t mind).Ĭamellia wasn’t too excited to hear about our frozen pizza plan, though, not even when I promised we’d get pizza with healthy stuff on it. Maybe less, Dad said, if we were lucky and it was “just a phase” (it wasn’t). We figured it was only for a couple of months anyway. She said all her future roommates at Oberlin would be “absolutely horrified” if they found out she ate meat. My sister decided at the beginning of the summer that we should all be vegetarians. In fact, the only good thing I could see about Camellia going off to college was that Dad and I would get to eat meat again. Dad and I both thought this was a pretty good plan. Maybe we would microwave some frozen green beans and eat them with our spaghetti and meatballs. Once she was gone, we were going to eat frozen pizza every night. Dad and I were never going to chop vegetables. I remember because I was stuck in the kitchen for, like, five hours while my older sister, Camellia, insisted on teaching me how to make pasta primavera. It was pasta primavera night, about a week before school started, when I first heard about the dog.
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