Secrets in the Shadows (Secrets 2) - Page 72

good as any alarm clock, because he was not lightfooted and he had to have a cup of coffee before he

left for the cafe. Aunt Zipporah told me he does it half

out of a need to make our kitchen necessary. "He

believes things are like people. If they're not needed

or used, they fall apart faster."

The cacophony of sounds coming from the

kitchen, cups clanking, cabinet doors banging, chairs

screeching as they were glided over the floor, and the pot itself being rapped on the stove, would make anyone imagine a monkey had gotten loose in the house. Aunt Zipporah would chastise him, reminding him I was there, sleeping downstairs, and he always promised to take care next time to be quieter, but I think he was always too lost in his own thoughts to

remember that sort of promise.

I saw no reason to stay in bed anyway, so I

rose, washed and dressed before he left. He was

sitting and sipping his coffee when I entered the

kitchen. The sun had just begun to peek over the

horizon, and early rays made the world look slightly

tinted red. The sleeping birds began to stir, and I

could hear them chirping just outside the opened front

windows.

Uncle Tyler looked up, surprised.

"Hey. You're up? Oh no, I made too much

noise" "I'm glad you did," I said and poured myself a

cup of coffee.

"Mornings are the best time of day for me," he

said. "Zipporah likes to read herself to sleep and could

be up into the wee hours. Me? I hit the pillow and I'm

off. It gets her so annoyed. Sometimes, I try to stay

awake just to make her happy, but my eyelids have a

mind of their own."

I laughed and sat across from him.

"So," he said, "tell me. It was terrible for you,

the accident, all of it, right? I imagine you don't want

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