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7:21 AM - BREAKFAST WITH GEOFSAMA
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(how the cussing jar got full)

7:21 and I was sitting in front of a steaming pile of pancake. Bacon on the side. I was buttering and pouring syrup simultaneous-like, (a skill taught to me by Dad,) when Mom started in.

"So Scout. You didn't by any chance... yesterday... force feed that skinny little Geoffrey Tennet boy dirt, while a bunch of your little friends held him down for you... did you?"

I squeeze down too hard on the syrup bottle as she's talking, and my cake pile is drenched.

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