Homeschoolers in Highschool, Part Three

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"Well, sweets, do we have any bratwurst? I might not have a chance to eat any on Monday, so you making some this evening would make up for that."
 
"Well, do we have any shrimp you could put in them? And _don't_ answer, 'Yeah, I can put Harmony into the pan.' " He almost reached over to touch her to punctuate the wisecrack; but he stopped his hand from doing this.
 
" Hahah every funny Al and yes we do and a little bit of chicken left do you want me to put that in as well?," she told him, pulling into their drive way/
 
"Chicken works," replied Alipang--with part of his brain already starting to rescue a screaming Kim from the clutches of a giant rooster who was threatening to cook her as Kentucky Fried Human.
 
She took his thumb " Cool I enjoy cooking and sing and ect," she told him, with a laugh she walked into the house no one was there " Odd," she said to herself.
 
She found a note " Here we go," she told him, walking up behind him.

It said:

We are still finding out something about Chilena's birthday family we well be back.
Around 9:00PM so don't worry about anything and the babies are at the neighbors house.
If you want to start eating with us go right ahead.

Love,
Mom and Dad
 
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" 'The neighbors' clearly doesn't mean the Capshaws, who had to go to Baltimore," observed Alipang. "Melody and Harmony must be at the Morrisons' place. I'll just run over and fetch the babies back, now that we're home; and maybe Mrs. Morrison will know something further."
 
As Alipang trotted to the Morrisons' house, Kim--no longer in danger of being deep-fried and served with biscuits--rode along inside his head. Now he simply was seeing her as she had been the first time he ever glimpsed her, just barely less than a week ago, in that wonderful plum-colored dress....


FLASHBACK:

Alipang was in the habit of looking around the church to see who was there. He was quick to spot the new arrivals, and still quicker to have his attention riveted by the youngest of the Tisdale daughters.

This town was large enough that everyone _didn't_ automatically know everyone else. Alipang was quite certain that he had _never_ seen the dark-haired, oval-faced, physically perfect embodiment of absolute beauty who now stood thirteen pews back from him, accompanied by a mother and sisters who were _almost_ as attractive as she. He would not have forgotten seeing any of them, but especially not the one who, merely by existing, was yanking his eyes out of their sockets.
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When the church sanctuary turned into a front porch, and Kim Tisdale turned into Mrs. Morrison, Alipang thanked her for watching the babies, learned that she knew nothing about the Jakekens, and fetched his little sisters--who had already had something to eat--back home.
 
"And just ME soon," said Alipang, "unless you care to do homework with me after supper. Which I think you should; we have a public-school schedule to think of now. Besides, if you study with me, I might be able to think about something besides Kim."
 
Before long, they were seated on the floor in Chilena's bedroom, with books and papers spread out between them like the cards in a game of double solitaire. And sure enough, Chilena's presence did help Alipang not to think about Kim--if only because it made him nostalgic for the simpler, smoother closeness he and Chilena had shared in the past. They kept at it until their parents came home.
 
" Ahh my head hurts from thinking can we take a break or something?," she asked, sitting up " Al do you think I can be a famous singer one day?," she asked, rubbing her forehead.
 
"Sweets, _everyone_ wants to do the fun things. But remember what it says in Ecclesiastes--something like this: 'The battle is not to the strong, nor the race to the swift, nor riches to the intelligent, but time and chance happen to them all.' It just isn't possible for everyone to get the big break, or even a middle-sized break. Chil-Chil, honey, you know there's no one on Earth I love more than I love you; but my loving you to pieces, which I do, does not translate into a recording contract, especially at a time when downloads are hurting the music industry."
 
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