Return of the Clonsayee
Return of the Clonsayee
There was no mistaking that today was Cynthia's sweet-sixteen birthday party. From the time that Charles awoke, the farmhouse was busy with Nana preparing for family and friends. Once Charles' oldest sister arrived and made her presence known, she was the star of the show. Carson and Charles tried their best to keep away from all the commotion and drama that was taking place inside the house. They sat on the front porch and played a game of chess while they waited for instructions. This location seemed to be the safest place for them right now.
For once Charles had a winning strategy. One more move and he'd win. The moment he'd been waiting for...until Cynthia showed up at the door.
"Charles! Didn't you hear me calling you?" Charles made a face.
He whispered to Carson, "Hurry up and move, you're stalling."
Charles turned to Cynthia. "I was trying to ignore you. What do you want? Can't you see we're playing a game? Paw Paw can't think when you're yelling all the time." He shook his head and turned back to the game.
Cynthia said, "I'm telling!"
She turned and called out, "Mom!"
Charles heard his mother coming from the kitchen. "What is it now Cynthia?"
Cynthia sighed. "I asked Charles to help and he won't."
Charles turned around to look at his mom and sister standing at the doorway. Molly had her hands on her hips. He knew what was coming next. He thought it before she even said it: Charles Ryan Brookfield today is your sister's birthday. Get up from that game this instant and help out around here. He looked at Carson who smirked. Then it happened, just as he'd predicted.
Only he didn't see the next event coming. His dad excused himself, walked right between the two women and out onto the porch. "I'll play you a game Carson."
Charles knew he wasn't going to get out of following Cynthia's commands. He relinquished his seat and went inside. He heard Carson and Jack start a new game. Carson kept his title of reigning Champ of the Chessboard.
It turned out Cynthia really didn't want anything of importance. By the time he went inside, she had already moved on to something else. Charles thought: Girls!
He stood in the kitchen, getting in the way, until Molly said, "Charles, why don't you find something to do? Go shoot hoops." That was the best advice he'd heard all day. The kitchen screen door slammed shut behind him.
Charles opened the garage door then quickly shut it when he saw what was inside. He ran around to the office door and entered to get a basketball. He shot a couple of hoops then practiced shooting layups.
Carson joined Charles on the driveway. "I was given orders to start grilling. Would you like to help by going to the kitchen and picking up the meat platter?"
Charles jogged over to the kitchen screen door. He stood outside. Bev motioned for him to enter and get the full platter of meat to take to Carson.
He opened the door as Molly turned around and said, "Didn't I tell you to stay outside?" Charles stepped back.
Bev said, "I asked him to get the platter Molly."
Bev picked up the plate, walked to the door and handed it to Charles. He opened the screen door to take it. He thought: It's just that kind of day . He sighed.
Charles stood in the sun talking to Carson and his dad while the meat cooked on the grill. It wasn't long before Cynthia was once again yelling for him. He shook his head as he jogged over to meet her half way. She had a list a mile long for him to accomplish. He was glad when Pete show