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By Jack Joseph Smith

10 ene anouthers &@ if you have your sled going fast'.enough down ene hill, you may go half way up the other ene; New that will’ be enough talks I'm able te hear your father getting ready to come downy My father looked happy wiffing fried erisp petatees and onions: and bacons And Eicould see: their aroma drifting across that kitehen kind of airs’ My mother Spatula pushed the petatees and onions 4 the side-of tho skilet with the spheisbe and . lifted the bacon out on te paper towela:dropping two eggs inte the remaining REARS fas ae We were greeted by my father, while my mother apdned the ghesee over the yokes of his eggsy “ ‘ dese hac Géod morning mom, Good morning ° \y My mether said, it's time for the-bathroen Michael} New hurry upé' Yeur father 4 is ready for his breakfast. We used the same-small table and chair morning after morning, and there was: followech? always a feeling of a rhythm I must follews I finished’ my orange juce and samt @ himmed my way out ef the-kitchem through the little square-wooden hail, with ‘ old big-coats-hanging-for-winter- im the opéned closets’ There: was a big mirrer there BZ par? With two moveable-sides;that hung ever and“antique-wad 1’ desks I would glanee-at myself watking by it and then flip my fine ase back’ watking into the living reoms Ruining up the-staira=I heard‘her cail, Aarsery school ' in fifteem minutes: w and don't maki father late for werk,’ Hurry your fatherssfinished*his breakfasts I buttoned“my knickers-with my but on the bannister coming down the stairs, . and was checked for warmpth and neatnesss My mether epened the deor to frost: and soft thin snow lefi, fpom the night. My father was in the car with the ao windshield ‘wipersswapping the windew corners-and the steam struggling frem ,he-

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Breakfast with bacon, potatoes, eggs, mirrors, coats, and nursery-school hurry turns a snowy morning into a strict family rhythm led by both parents.

The kitchen is dense with smell and movement, and the child's place inside it is already patterned by repetition: the same table, the same chair, the same sequence toward the bathroom, stairs, bannister, and door. Even the hall mirror and winter coats feel enlisted in that rhythm, making routine seem both intimate and disciplinary.

Claude

Breakfast ritual — bacon grease and two eggs dropped into the skillet — gives way to the performance of the hall mirror, where the child flips his hair back into the living room before being bundled into his father's steaming car.