Pressure Cooker
Copyright© 2022 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 3
Breakfast was her stepmom’s normal ... a slice of dry white bread toast, a glass ... a small glass of orange juice, not more than 4 ounces ... and a chocolate breakfast drink. Not in the bottle ... in a glass. Had it came in the bottle, she would read the lable and been appalled ... high fructose corn syrup was the FIRST ingredient ... milk chocolate was the second. The ingredients for the chocolate were in parenthesis ... sugar was the first ... corn syrup surgar ... but ... no. It came in a glass. Stepmom thought it was the healthiest of breakfasts.
When mom was alive they had eggs, bacon, biscuits and sausage gravy ... and coffee, black. Mom ate with her and helped guide her in her in planning her daytime activities. With mom, breakfast had been at the cook’s table, in the kitchen ... with the cook, the gardner, the maids, the off duty chauffeur, and, sometimes, usually Saturday, the poolboy. The poolboy was the only employee who ‘lived out.’
Daddy didn’t know.
Tiff, ‘Tiffany, Please her second instruction, was to cancel the ‘kitchen’ breakfast. Principals didn’t mingle with the household help... ‘we have a position to uphold,’ Tiffany said. And the first time Amber, ‘such a common name,’ tried to have breakfast with the ‘help’ her stepmother’s new dresser had told Tiffany.
The very next Friday night, when it was the family’s turn to host the neighborhood backyard pool party... Tiffany, Please canceled it.
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