Transformation: Day 6

Word Count: 36,068

Summary of Events:

Taylor arrived at his aunt's house and chatted with her for a bit before heading to his room to start moving things out; while doing so he got an invitation to supper at his maternal grandparents' home, which he accepted. Ian had a nightmare of his ex-wife that left him shaken, he was grateful to be distracted by a summons to the riding school to keep an eye on a mare that was giving birth — after having only been discovered to be pregnant the day before. Elianne's dad wasn't willing to accept that he was going blind, and was determined to prove that he just needed glasses, which was leaving Elianne to cook all the food and keep the house clean, which her dad only made worse by making messes by attempting to make himself breakfast . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

To her horror, Elianne also observed that Dad appeared to have toothpaste in his hair — what else was that kind of mint/sea green colour? — and had dropped a frying pan and a dozen eggs onto the floor and was now looking in the fridge for something.

“What are you up to Dad?” Elianne asked.

“I’m trying to find the eggs,” Dad replied. “I could’ve sworn I got them out of the fridge, but they weren’t where I put them once I got the pan out. He slid his gaze over to her. “Or are you playing a trick on me Elly?”

Elianne clenched her jaw for a moment before replying. “The eggs are on the floor Dad, as is the frying pan, and you have toothpaste in your hair.”

“No I don’t,” Dad protested.

“Just feel your hair and go deal with it,” Elianne replied. “I’ll make breakfast.”

“I’d like an egg pizza please,” Dad replied.

Elianne rolled her eyes, like she was going to use eggs off the floor for an omelette — which Dad insisted on calling an egg pizza because of the way Mom had always made it.

“That’s not on the menu this morning dad,” Elianne replied. “In fact, nothing with eggs is.”

“I’ll call Gram and get her to pick some up then,” Dad said.

He closed the fridge and started fumbling about for the phone while Elianne picked up the pan and put it by the sink, she then picked up the inverted carton and the worst of the egg matter before using paper towels to clean up the worst of the liquid part, which was a challenge because the egg whites, as always, were something like indestructible slime, not really being able to be broken up or absorbed, but also not really able to be grabbed.

Once she got the worst of it off the floor Elianne got out the mop and mopped up the rest of it until the floor was clean.

She jumped at the sound of the TV fuzzing and turned to the family room to see Dad struggling with the remote, it seemed.

“Hello?” Dad asked, putting the remote to his ear like a phone.

“Dad, that’s the remote,” Elianne said. “You just turned the TV on.”

“No it isn’t,” Dad protested, he punched at the channel number buttons in the pattern that would, on a phone, connect him to Gram and Gramp’s phone, but on a TV remote did nothing other than create an uproar of white noise.

“Yes, it is, Dad,” Elianne replied insistently. “Feel it Dad. All over. Don’t trust your eyes.”

“My eyes are just fine,” Dad snapped. “Now get making breakfast and stop being disagreeable Elly.”

“I’m trying to help,” Elianne snapped back.

Dad swore under his breath, and Elianne turned away from the family room to stare at the stove. She didn’t know what to make for breakfast that everyone would eat now that there were no eggs in the house.