The African Violets, May 10, 1998.
Eric had stayed over at Dylan’s since Thursday night. His father had the flu first and now his mom had it, and there was no way Eric was going to fall victim to such an ailment. However, based on what was happening now, he almost wished he had stayed home, instead of witnessing Dylan’s mom chew Dylan out like he had never seen her do before.
It was mid evening, and everyone happened to be in the kitchen at the same time. “Dyl, did you take the trash out this morning?” Sue asked as Dylan had his head buried in the fridge. All you could see from an angle were the thick curls sticking out of his backward baseball cap.
“Uh, no I forgot. I can do it tonight.” He stuttered. He had been forgetting his chores more often now that he and Eric had begun seriously planning for NBK. They already had a good portion of it thought out. They especially made great progress just this afternoon by making a few pipe bombs. All they needed to do was save up money to get the supplies and practice.
Sue shook her head in agitation and disapproval. After a few moments she spoke again, “Do you even know what day it is? “
Dylan stood up fully and closed the fridge door, and the blank expression on his face told Eric that he had forgotten it was Mother’s Day. He tried to save him from more of her impending wrath, and quickly tapped his shoulder and pulled him down so he could whisper the answer in his ear.
Sue scolded him. “Don’t you dare tell him.” Dylan briefly glanced at Eric and then at his mom’s expression. He couldn’t figure out why she’d been so irritable all day.
Eric pressed his lips into a thin line and stepped back away from Dylan with both of his hands raised in surrender.
Poor Dylan didn’t have a clue what could be so special about today. Eric’s blue eyes were wide in anticipation and he lightly shook his head side to side and repeated the words over and over in his mind. “Don’t say Sunday. Don’t say Sunday. For Godsake whatever you do don’t fucking say Sunday!”
“It’s Sunday.” He replied in a sheepish and not sarcastic manner.
Eric smacked his hand against his forehead in shame and which partially covered his eyes. He was totally unprepared for what happened next.
Without warning Sue pushed Dylan against the refrigerator in pure frustration. Dylan’s back was knocked into the hard metal surface making a loud clanking sound, and in the process caused a few magnets to fall off the cool metal surface and clank onto the tile floor. If it had been anyone else Dylan would have been more prepared and they wouldn’t have been able to budge him an inch. But, it was his mom pushing him and Dylan was completely caught off guard. He didn’t know what to do.
“You know, you’ve got to stop thinking of yourself. You’ve got to stop being so selfish. I can’t believe that after all these years…”