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Dinner With the Starkmans - Random Ramblings [...]

Dinner With the Starkmans - Random Ramblings [...]

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Published by Michael V. Waechter
One of my favorite scenes from my novel, Random Ramblings of a Universal Misfit. It documents a dysfunctional family dinner where humor ensues.
One of my favorite scenes from my novel, Random Ramblings of a Universal Misfit. It documents a dysfunctional family dinner where humor ensues.

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Published by: Michael V. Waechter on Dec 18, 2011
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12/24/2011

 
 Dinner With the Starkmans
Random Ramblings of a Universal Misfit
 
 Dinner with the Starkmans turned out to be just as crazy as I would have expected at this point.Thursday afternoon was just about to become evening as Mrs. Starkman filled the dining room table with somebizarre creation that she considered a meatloaf, two servings worth of sliced white potatoes, a cup of green peas,and a pot of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.
“There might not be enough there for everybody,” she announced to the si
x of us seated around thetable.
“I miscalculated the amount
.
Mike, you serve yourself first. Take as much as you like.”
 
“Thank you,” I expressed a cheery gratitude as I politely picked up the bowl of potatoes and used my
fork to push two small chunks onto my plate. I was seated facing the kitchen, my back to the living room.Courtney was sitting to my left staring at me in a non-subtle and almost swooning fashion that I can bestdescribe as creepy. Her blonde hair now had streaks of green in it instead of the pink it had had the first twotimes I had seen her.On the other side of Courtney, Alice had already grabbed the pot of macaroni and cheese and hademptied half the contents onto her plate. Across from her sat Julie, now a brunette instead of a blonde, who
found more interest in studying her finger nails instead of the food in front of her. Will was to Julie’s left, acro
ssfrom Courtney, and was still wearing his white Adidas hat despite being at the dinner table. He was staringdown at his empty plate, hiding his eyes below the brim of his hat but not his smirk and little bits of red thatleaked down from his cheeks.Wil
l’s mother took her place in the empty seat across from me, and Roger sat at the head of the table
slicing me a thick piece of meat that was at least a full quarter of the small, black, brick-
like thing that I wasn’t
entirely sure was food. He plopped the slice on my plate as I counted out exactly five peas from the cup so as tosave some for the rest of the family. I would have liked some macaroni and cheese, but with the psychotic wayAlice was looking at that pot while clenching the handle tightly with h
er two tiny hands, I didn’t think I’d be
 
able to wrestle it away from her without excessive force, and I find it rude to engage in fist-fights with five-year-
old children, especially females, while being a guest in someone’s house.
 As I finished serving myself, I passed the bowls and cups of food around the table. Will took less foodthan I did. With the golden butter knife provided to me in the initial table setting, I chopped off a piece of themeat-thing that lay dead and charred on my plate and began crunching on it. It tasted the way I imagined amouthful of burnt wood would taste.
“Mmmm! Thi
s is really good, Mrs. Starkman.
” I tried my dam
ndest to be polite.
“I just hope there’s enough for everybody,”
she whined.
“So, Willia
m, Allison called for you today.
” Roger started it.
 
“Oh, did she?” Will acted indifferent, but I
noticed him hiding his enthusiasm mixed withembarrassment. The fact that his face had already been red throughout the beginning of dinner helped.
“Yeah, she wants to get together be
fore she
heads back to school.” Roger ga
ve Will a playful smile.
“I think she would be s
uch a perfect match for William,
” Mrs. Starkman chimed in.
 
“If only Will wasn’t scared of girls…” Julie
mumbled. She was sawing through her own piece of meatloaf.
“That’s not nice, Julie! Leave William alone…” Mrs. Starkm
an snapped. Will ignored the conversation.Beside me, Courtney was alternating between looking at her plate to shove a piece of potato in her mouth andcontinuing her stalker-like stare at the side of my face while she chewed it. Alice was still clutching the handleof the macaroni and cheese pot while staring straight ahead. I once again considered the possibility that she hadbeen drugged. Right as I contemplated throwing something at her, she grabbed her spoon and shoveledmacaroni into her mouth.

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Thanks for reading, Carla! Glad you enjoyed it. :-)

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