Page 10 of The Omega's Third Wish
He skidded to a halt and turned an incredulous face to the clock. “I… it… Iswearit was eight-fifteen when I woke up.”
“Can I make you something?” I offered.
Puzzled, he sat down, casting a glare toward the clock, and nodded. “Yeah… thanks, Theo.”
The pancakes were just about done when the girls came in, in a giggling whirlwind, with Tau racing between their legs, meowing.
I served everyone, feeling a satisfaction I never felt when it was just me and Mindy, although I always delighted in making my daughter breakfast.
“Delicious, thank you,” Zeph said. He took another bite then added, “Could I get you to set up an appointment with a plumber?”
“Sure.”
“Why do you need a plumber?” asked Rosie.
“My shower...” Zeph trailed off, glanced at me, and turned remarkably red. “There was water. In it.”
“Aren’t showers supposed to have water in them?” Rosie said.
“It was clogged,” I said quickly.
“Oh.” Unconcerned, she went back to her pancakes, not noticing the grateful look her still-blushing father flashed me.
“I’ll call the plumber,” I said, excusing myself, positive that I was red too.
