TITLE: The Art of Making Gravy
GENRE: MG Contemporary
An entrepreneurial thirteen-year-old sets out to pay off his father’s lawsuit by ‘borrowing’ The Manor and renting it out to an ADHD rocker. When his wildcard mother does the unspeakable, he’s responsible and money alone won’t keep the family from falling apart.
It was against my principles but I signed my parent’s names to the e-mail anyway and hit send. I was now officially on the list for the Ducksbridge Scholarship Exam and nothing was going to stop me from winning.
I had a career in mind as a Harley Street plastic surgeon, roaring around in a red Mazda MX-5 and playing polo and things like that. My parents, who were not plugged into success, just didn’t get it.
Speak of the devil and the sound of grinding gears - my father shuddered into the cul-de-sac trailing van smoke, two hours early from work. I snapped the laptop shut and sat lower in Pretty Girl’s bucket seat to observe.
Pretty girl, our 1989 Honda Civic, was parked nose out of the garage giving me a perfect view of my father clutching his back and skulking up the driveway.
He stopped outside the kitchen door, scratched his stomach, leaned down and looked through the keyhole. Music from the ‘70s was blaring out thanks to my mother and her girlfriends. But this was more than fear of females in yoga positions and stretchy bodysuits. I shoved the car door open and sauntered out to meet him.
“Dad! You’re home early.”
"Cripes Anthony, give some warning. I’ll die of a heart attack before your mother kills me.”
I was right, then. My jinxed father had dug himself a new grave. On the other side of the door someone started singing, She’s a Brick House.
“Is this bad news?” I said.
"Could be better. Come on, time to face the music.”