Going Down and Man Candy (Five Wishes Book 1) by Elise Sax

Author:Elise Sax [Sax, Elise]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-06-14T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 4

I’m never late to work. Never. I’m the responsible member of my family.

“You’re late,” my brother Lennon says as I walk through the kitchen door. “Dad’s pissed. He had to do your breakfast run instead of go fishing.”

I have twelve siblings, but Lennon and I are the only ones still living with our parents. I’m number twelve in the family lineup, and he’s lucky number thirteen. The others are spread out around the lake. Nobody has ventured far away. My parents may be loons, but they have a magnetic quality that’s kept us close.

“He didn’t make the renters his famous Eggspectacular. Did he?” I ask Lennon. “Please say he didn’t.”

“It was either that or his Velveeta fondue, which isn’t exactly appropriate for breakfast.”

Dad only knows how to cook two dishes. I shudder at the thought of my father’s Velveeta fondue. I ate it every Wednesday for dinner for almost a whole year when I was seven years old, when my mother was busy taking a Reiki class. While she was learning alternative massage, her husband was packing her children’s arteries with cheese product.

Now my twelve siblings and I are pretty anti-Velveeta fondue.

Lennon grabs a wrench off the counter and burrows under the kitchen sink. Every member of my family has a role in our family business. Lennon’s the plumber. He has his work cut out for him. Not only do we have properties all around the lake, the family house is a pioneer-era sprawling building. Three stories. There’s even a tower. It needs constant maintenance and upkeep.

I check out the list of guests and renters. I have a big shopping list to deal with and several lunches to prepare. There’s not a lot of time to get things done, but I’m dog-tired. I put a pot a coffee on and sit at the kitchen table.

The door bursts open, and my mother and three oldest sisters storm in. I call them the triumvirate of terror. They and my mother rule the family with an iron will and an abundance of hippy logic. They’re convinced they’re living in Woodstock circa 1969. Each of them has gray hair that falls to below their shoulders. More than one kid has mistaken them for witches.

My mother throws her hemp shopping bag on the table and takes a look at me. “Your aura is off,” she says, pointing at me, punching the air with her finger, as if she’s testing my aura for durability.

“I’m tired,” I explain.

My sisters, Serenity, Willow, and Moonbeam circle me, studying me.

“I’m sensing a disruption in Raine,” Moonbeam tells the others, as she rifles through my hair.

“Maybe because you’re sticking your armpit in my face, and you don’t believe in using real deodorant or shaving,” I say, swatting her hands away.

“I’ve seen this before,” Serenity says. “Might be rabies.”

“I don’t have rabies,” I growl. I get up and pour myself a cup of coffee.

“It’s not rabies,” Willow says. “It’s something worse. Halitosis.”

“Halitosis is not worse than rabies,” I say. “Halitosis means bad breath.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.