Still the Beginning

 

2.25.19

My english class begins in an hour and Maritza is using the good shower.The basement shower runs cold. If I have to use it today I'll probably just get chunks of ice coming through the shower head. I say a quick Ave Maria Hail Mary and grab a robe and towel.

Coming down the stairs I can hear the rhythm of my fathers shovel hitting the concrete. Later,I will hear about not waking up early enough to help. I make a mental note to bring him a 6 pack of Dos Equis after work. I can tell my mother has left because her badge and boots are gone. I get down to the basement and immediately turn the space heater on. I pivot the showerhead to my preferred angle as I hear Maritza slam the bathroom door. Of course!Oh well. 

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