It rains in the night, but by morning all the clouds have gone. I could have slept later but a loud noise wakes me up. Stephen is running the blender in the kitchen Mom and I discover when we go see what the buzzing is all about.
“My health drink,” he tells us, patting his tummy. “Have it every morning. Detoxes my whole body. That and an early run on the beach.”
He adds ice cubes, turns on the blender. Whir, whine, crunch, crunch.
Whir, whine, crunch, crunchRita opens her bedroom door and throws a pillow at him. “Shut that damn thing off, will you. How do you expect us to get any sleep around here with that noise, huh?” She slams her door shut.
Stephen ignores her. Mom has her hands over her ears.
The blender stops. “Try it,” he says, pouring some into a cup and pushing it toward Mom.
