Ricky

Andres pulled his car in the third spot from the first spot in front of the doors of the local supermarket. His dusty Toyota Tacoma sounded like there was gravel grinding the gears down as he made the switch from drive to park. His wife Vivian always winces at the sound. She thinks it’s going to explode one of these days.

She opened her eyes after the final few rocks quit tumbling around to see her husbands warm smile, assuring her it’s alright by putting his right hand on her lap. Andres motioned to go into the supermarket.

It was early. Maybe too early to go shopping at the supermarket, but not early enough for Vivian and Andres to be up and about. At their age, waking up early isn’t really waking up early anymore, in the same way that late nights are no longer that late.

As the couple walked through the front doors of the supermarket, only three or four employees were seen. There was a young girl on her phone, only bothering to curl her lips into a smile as if to signal that she knew they came in.

20ft to her side, there was the baker stocking the morning’s fresh batch of bread rolls. Andre and Vivian shuffled over to see while the baker gave a warm smile. When he smiled, the flour collected in his laugh lines. Andres thought the baker’s bread the best in the town.

“Look Vivian,” Andres said pointing, “boy does that bread look good.”

Vivian looked harder through her glasses. “Wouldn’t it be nice if we take some to Ricky’s and have a coffee?”

“Sounds good to me, Love.” Andres grabbed a bag of rolls. The small little plastic bag was almost too hot to handle, so Andres dangled the bread from the knot.

Ricky’s house was an eight minute drive from the supermarket if you go the speed limit. Naturally, Andres, Vivian, and their Toyota got their in fifteen.

Ricky’s house wan’t that big. It didn’t have to be. It was a small, peach-colored trailer that had a young tree growing in the front yard (assuming it could be called that) that kept the falling wooden fence from completely dropping down. The walk-up to the front door was all gravel aside from the wooden gate on the falling fence that had to be swung open. It wasn’t a nice house, but it was Ricky’s house. He liked that fact.

Regardless, Andres and Vivian waked together to the front door with the warm rolls in eager hand.

Andres knocked on the door three times.

No answer.

Another three times.

Still no answer.

It wasn’t until Andres reached for the third set of knocks when the door opened up. Through the three inches that the door opened up, Vivian could make out Ricky’s eyes.

He must’ve just woken up thought Vivian. Maybe he’d like a coffee and bread.

“Why are you here?” Ricky asked.

“Oh, we just thought that you’d want to have breakfast with us. We bought some fresh bread and if you have coffee—” Andres started before Ricky cut in.

“Go away, guys. Quit worrying about me.”

“We just thought it would be nice to have a nice morning with our son,” Vivian stepped in.

“Guys, I moved out a week ago. Quit acting like I’m still at home. I can handle myself. Besides I have some friends over from last night. And they aren’t waking up yet.”

“Are you sure? We can always get more rolls for their friends?” Andres asked.

“Yeah. Just eat it back home.”

And no further words were exchanged. Andres and Vivian started up their Toyota, Vivian wincing as she does. Halfway home, the two were well into their tears. They got to their empty home and had a cup of coffee each. Alongside cold bread rolls.

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