But then I saw the silver dollar on my dresser and my heart started breaking all over again. The smell even smelled sad after that. I went down to see what it was I was sniffing, and the Captain was in the kitchen cooking at our stove. He was wearing an apron and everything. I didn’t even know we owned an apron, but he’d found it. He was smoking a cigar, too, which I reckoned counteracted the frills. Meanwhile, Pa sat at the table, looking through them catalogs again. I was dadgum curious at what they was aiming at doing. Maybe they was building a robot. If they did, I hoped they’d train it to keep the house clean. And to not kill nobody. But, if we could only pick one, I’d choose a clean house. After all, I owned a gun and it wouldn’t be nothing to shoot a robot. “What you cooking?” I said. “Jalapeño cheese biscuits with gravy and scrambled eggs with spicy sausage, or as we call it in Texas, chorizo con huevos.
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