From the story, Road Trip
As in:
Jake woke the next morning, slightly nauseated from lack of sleep and a supper that had been one part tuna casserole, one part wine. Glancing at his watch, he leapt up in panic when he saw it was 8.30. He had been making regular visits to see his mother every morning and wasn’t sure how he would explain that he was late because late night cooking had turned into late night reminiscing and he had agreed with relief to stay the night at Allison’s when the chatting finally wound to a close at 2.30 a.m.
Jake hurriedly made himself somewhat presentable and bound down the stairs hoping to find an empty house so he could leave an explanatory note as he rushed out the door. Instead he found Teresa and Allison at the stove cooking eggs.
Trying with aplomb to explain why he needed to rush out instead of share breakfast, Jake could tell by the amused smile on Teresa’s face that his explanations were gaining no traction with her.
“Please sit down,” Teresa said, gesturing to the kitchen table.
“Dad had a breakfast date already so he’s not eating with us,” Allison explained, “I forget how you like your eggs.”
Feeling seventeen again for about the sixth time in the last day, Jake reached for his orange juice.
“Sunny side up,” he replied. “I am from L.A. you know.”
–Jamie Borgan
