Eli’s father said to him as he entered the kitchen. I just graduated from high school. Doesn’t that mean anything? Eli sat down at the table and Emma, the cook, brought him his breakfast. She’d been with his family for years and knew what he liked. She’d arranged the eggs, bacon, and grits on his plate to form a happy face. Eli sighed. No one in his home thought of him as a grown-up. Fortunately, he’d be going off to college soon, and moving into his own apartment in two weeks. He supposed his mother would visit and put up curtains and bring casseroles Emma prepared for him. His mother entered, kissed him on the top of his head, and sat down across from him at the table. She wore a nice pink suit and pearls, which meant she’d be going to some type of society function later. “I guess,” Eli said to his father. “We were having so much fun. I guess I forgot about the time.” “You need to be a little more responsible, Son.
