Joe tried to listen for any sounds
coming from the rooms below. Silence was all that came up the stairs. They had
arrived at the church almost thirty minutes before most others; his father
hated being late. Carefully he stepped down onto the first tread; it creaked
loudly in the silence. Joe had been told how steep the stairs were, the runs
were short and the risers deep. It was because of this precarious construction
that children were not allowed beyond the door. But Joe wasn’t a child anymore,
today is his birthday he reminded himself before continuing his dissent.
Halfway down, Joe’s nose detected
the smell of bacon, bacon that would sit on top of the eggs, eggs that would
sit on top of the tortilla. Then all that topped with freshly grated cheddar
cheese! Joe quickened his dissent.
At the bottom landing the hallway
way provided Joe with three choices in which direction to take. Straight ahead,
the hallway continued for some distance. It didn’t appear as if any lights were
on in this direction so Joe looked to his left and right. To his right, through
the only open door he could see a brightly lit large room which he was sure was
the classroom. To his left he could see the double doors at the end of the
hallway that led to the kitchen. Two other doors lined the hallway, one on the
left and one on the right, both closed. The sign on the door to the right read
“Luke’s Office”; on the left the sign read “Maintenance”.
Joe walked to the double doors and
peered through the plastic windows. The smell of bacon frying filled the air.
For the birthday boy this was the most incredible aroma to ever reach his
nostrils. He placed his hand on the door to the right and pushed.
“Hey, where are you going?” A voice
bellowed from behind him.
The owner of that voice was Luke
Lattpos, the maintenance man for the church. His voice had just a trace of an
accent, it was deep and it was loud. Startled, Joe dropped his hand from the
door causing it to swing back to the closed position. Joe turned around to face
the old man.
“I was just going to get some
breakfast tacos.” Joe stammered.
“Is that so? Well you’re out of luck. The cook called in sick today. No tacos for the kiddos today.” Luke
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