Romance about Immigration

words is learning a trade. Spokeswoman. At the television. I may finally crack and buy a TV.

The Bird Sirin in a Cream Sauce

 

What a nice day! Wonderful time for a walk, though a bit on the cold side. Kiddo and I bundle up and decide to go to ask a friend of mine if she and kiddos want to come with us. We talked two days ago when her youngest had begun cutting a tooth, one of the last in line. The boy is a classicist with the whole range from vomiting to temperature and the emotional variations to go with it.

The door is opened by his middle brother, almost a first-grader. Mom is in the kitchen with my brother, go talk to her. Good idea! I leave the two young men engrossed in a discussion over a car and I head on a search. The tiny kitchen is a stampede of dishes, something bubbling on the stove, washing machine rattling and a year-old lad aimed at smearing food on as many surfaces as he can reach. Against all the chaos my girlfriend stands determinedly and her eyes are wide open.

- Stay where you are, do not sit on the chair, it is wet, I'll make some coffee as I drunk this pitcher already.

- Darling, which number is this pitcher?

- I think it's a third, but I'm not sure.

- You slept last when?

- I think on Monday. The little one was sick, and before that his brother.

The calender says Wednesday. The day is circled in red as the head of the family has a birthday and is coming from a lont truck trip.

- To the bed right now, I'll feed him!

- But the laundry!

- I know how the washing machine operates, you will be surprised.

- The big one will come in an hour from school and will help me.

- In bed!

- Borscht is not ready! And the cake is not ready. Besides, my vacuum cleaner broke last night.

- In bed!

- In the bathroom there is more laundry.

- You will go to bed by yourself or shall I drag you by the feet?

- I will only take five minutes! Wake me up! Did I tell you, our dad is comming particularly early!

A thud from a body falling onto the bed follows. The cuckoo clock insists that the joyous return is expected in about five hours. Clearly, I will not manage alone. I call a common buddy, the good luck is with me as immigrants settle close, like mushrooms circles.

- I am evening shift, I am sleeping! - says my other girlfriend.

- Okay, okay, I only need your vacuum cleaner, three eggs, no, three cartons of eggs, milk, if you have apples, oh yes, and your card for the dryer machines downstairs. - Behind me an angry baby howl sounds, because the porrige is over and there is nothing to smear.

- Where are you actually calling from? – The voice is considerably awakened.

- Come down and see! - Mysteriously I put the handset on the apparatus.

So. Laundry goes in the washing machine. Take out the overcooked meat, chop it. The two little ones collect two-day