Obliviously, Yours.
Apr 15, 2010 17:06:51 GMT -5
Post by Zachary Brahmen on Apr 15, 2010 17:06:51 GMT -5
Generally, on a Saturday afternoon, Zachary Brahmen closed the surgery down, and took the time to vacumn the place. By 2pm, he'd cleaned out the basement cages and checked bandages. By 3, the reception and examination rooms were mopped and tidied. By 4, the stables had been mucked out and the barn kennels were clean and tidy. With very grubby looking sleeves and a light sheen of sweat on his brow, the Vet hadn't even started on his living quarters. He also needed to mow the lawn, wash the car and start making a casserole, all before 6.
Of course, by 5:30, he'd done most of the tasks on his list, but the Jeep was still covered in a sheen of mud, and the casserole was woefully unprepared. This bothered the lanky man, as he stepped in the shower to clean up and make sure he didn't smell of animal before his two expected guests showed up. Scratching his chin, by 5:45, the man was back in the kitchen and browning off chunks of lamb. The sizzling sound of the meat and the gentle, faint noise of the animals downstairs were comforting to Zach, everything had become home to him since he'd moved here those few years ago.
Luckily enough, the local bus often stopped very close to his house, probably to pick up the school children who went to the normal high school nearby. He knew Akira would catch the bus, then walk up the drive past the yellow farmhouse and the blue and white one, then let himself in with the house key and traipse up the stairs. But this time, Akira was bringing his room mate with him, and, despite Zach telling his nephew to remember to sign them both out for the weekend, he was very excited. Zach enjoyed company almost as much as the little Sugar Glider, Epsi, did.
As the casserole came together, Zach scooped the little creature out of his cage and set him on his shoulder. "We've got guests, Epsi, best behaviour please." He chuckled and put the lid on the pot, setting the table, then glancing down at his jeep. "Would it be child labour to get them to help me wash that tomorrow?"
Epsi twitched his nose thoughtfully.
"I thought not."