Romance.. Episode 3

He slipped on his standard bell bottom blue jeans and then came a pair of his new white Nike sneakers with the new Swoosh trademark. He walked over to the mirror on top of his dresser then used a rubber ban to tie his shoulder length blonde hair into a pony tail.
This was to satisfy the high school hair requirements. Fucking stiffs. Darin always thought while he performed this ritual every school morning.

Darin grabbed his school books off the dresser and left the bedroom.
He went down the hallway, and headed straight into the kitchen.
His forty-one mother June Archer was in the kitchen. She wore her A&P uniform, as she worked part-time as a casher at the grocery store.

June sat down at the small kitchen table to eat her plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and a cup of Sanka coffee.

Once Darin entered the kitchen he noticed only his mom at the table eating breakfast. “Where’s pop?” he asked while he sat down in front of his plate of scrambled eggs, four slices of bacon and a glass of full of Tropicana orange juice. He loved his mom’s cooking.

“He had to head to the plant early this morning,” said June then she took a drink of her Sanka coffee.

“Oh,” said Darin then he sat down at the table placing his school books on the floor.

Darin’s forty-six year old pop, Henry Archer, had worked at the Chevrolet plant since 1949. This plant had manufactured the hoods and trunks for all the Chevy Bel-Air cars since 1949.

It was quiet while June and Darin ate their breakfast, as this was the standard during meals with his parents. Teenagers are no longer talkative with their parents, as when they were younger.

Darin was finished and got up from the table. He was like all the other teenagers and left their plates on the table for his mothers to clean up after them.
He walked back over to the table, picked up his school books, gave him mom a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Tell Sheryl, I said hello,” June said while she got up from the table grabbing her plate, her coffee cup, and Darin’s plate and empty glass.

“I will,” said Darin while he rushed out of the kitchen with a sparkle in his eyes while June placed the plates, glass and her coffee cup in the sink for washing.
While Darin rushed through the front yard, he glanced over to his left and saw his eighty-five year old neighbor, Betsy Koll, slowly moved down her driveway. Betsy wore her nightgown with furry slippers and was on her way to get her morning Burkeville Daily Times newspaper.

“Good morning Miss Koll,” called out Darin being polite. He was so glad Miss Koll didn’t wear a nightgown with thin material while he tried not to stare at her.
Betsy looked over at Darin. For a few seconds she didn’t have a clue who was this young man in the yard next to hers, as she started to have signs of dementia. It dawned on...(to be cont..)