“Hi,” she replied, weakly. “Do you know where Dad is?”
“He should be down in a sec, hon,” Tori told her. “But in the meantime - you wanna waffle?”
“No, thanks,” Tasmin said, attempting a smile. “I’m not that hungry.”
Tori frowned and sat down next to Tasmin at the kitchen table.
“What’s up, Tasmin?” She asked.
“I can tell somethings wrong.”
“You refused a waffle.” Tori said. “Nobody refuses my waffles. Ever.”
Tasmin almost laughed. But if she had, it would’ve been out of politeness.
“Not to mention that look on your face. Rough night?” Tori started doing some washing at the sink.
“Yeah. I guess you could say that.”
“Schoolwork stressing you out, huh?”
“No. No, school’s fine,”
“Then why did you have a rough night, hon?”
“I don’t know. Just one of those nights,” Tasmin said, signalling that the conversation was over.
She understood that Tori was just trying to be kind, and trying to warm towards Tasmin, but all of her questions made her feel comfortable. She wasn’t sure why Tori wanted to know every single detail of Tasmin’s life.
Tasmin’s dad saved them by coming down the stairs at that moment.
“Hey,” he sang as he clomped his way down the staircase. He had a briefcase in one hand, and an empty mug in the other. “Hey Minnie,” he gave his daughter a kiss on the forehead.
“Hi, Dad,” Tasmin said back, smiling.
“Look, I have got to run,” he told Tori as he gave her a peck on the cheek. “But save me one of those waffles, okay? They look good.”
“Will do, Ed,” Tori said, laughing. “Bye!”
“See you guys later,” he called as he shut the front door behind him.
“I had better go to school,” Tasmin told Tori.
“Oh, okay - you want me to save you a waffle, too?”
“Nah - it’s okay.”
Tasmin went up the stairs and grabbed her schoolbag. As she was walking out the door, her forehead collided with another one.
“Ow!” shrieked a familiar voice. “Dude, what - ?”
“Michael! Get out of my room!” Tasmin shoved her brother into the hallway. “What were you doing in there?”
“I...thought it was the bathroom,” he said, rubbing his head.
“You idiot,” Tasmin said under her breath and crossing her arms over her chest.
“Hey! I have a valid excuse!”
“And what is that?” Tasmin demanded.
“Well, for one - anyone would mistake your room for the bathroom ‘cause it smells so bad, and two: It’s Friday morning!”
“Whatever,” Tasmin pushed past her brother and slung the bag over one shoulder. “See you later!”