“How was your day, Annie?”
We’ve all heard it. “How was your day, Charlie?” “How was your day, Amber?” “Caroline, did you have a good day at school?”
By this we mean…suppertime.
The only thing obliquely abnormal about the situation (for the green beans tasted delicious, the mother was a therapist, the father a vet), was the kid. This was Annie Fitzpatrick we were talking about. She was having more than “a rough day.”
“How was your day, Annie?” Linda the mother repeated to no avail.
Guess what Annie did? Do I have any guessers in the audience? Did she:
A) break another window
B) flee to the bathroom
C) None of the above
And there you have it, Ladies and Gentleman. C is correct. None of the above. So what did Annie do exactly?
She kept plowing through her mashed potatoes–until there were none left…