It was the summer of Chuck. The nickname stuck, along with it tall boys, and everyone's first foray into cooking. For some reason everyone had gotten serious about it. They'd try to one up each other. Taking out cook books from the library, or lifting some random utensils from the store.
Chuck had a bit more money so he bought the first nice knife Howard had ever seen, and in the house they just called it the knife. Chuck demanded it was kept when not in use wrapped in newspaper. He'd say thats how the Japanese do it.
That summer ended with the news that Johnny had died. It seemed like to Howard it was almost the bell that told everyone it was time to move on. To wake up, to start being adults.
Before that morning though almost the whole week when he was alive was probably the best of Howards life. Even to this day he couldn't think of anything better. The freedom and everything.
It started on a Saturday. There was a dinner party and Ella was there. He had just drove back from home. His laundry hamper full of clean clothes, and his car with a full tank of gas.
Chuck had a bit more money so he bought the first nice knife Howard had ever seen, and in the house they just called it the knife. Chuck demanded it was kept when not in use wrapped in newspaper. He'd say thats how the Japanese do it.
That summer ended with the news that Johnny had died. It seemed like to Howard it was almost the bell that told everyone it was time to move on. To wake up, to start being adults.
Before that morning though almost the whole week when he was alive was probably the best of Howards life. Even to this day he couldn't think of anything better. The freedom and everything.
It started on a Saturday. There was a dinner party and Ella was there. He had just drove back from home. His laundry hamper full of clean clothes, and his car with a full tank of gas.
