Zander
Realizing that the day is getting away from me, I gather my laundry for the week and head around the block to Suds R Us, my local laundromat. Once I have the washing machine on, I sit back in the plastic chairs lining the wall and pull out my phone. Time for my weekly phone call to Mom and the girls.
It rings twice before my sister Danika picks up. “City morgue. You kill ‘em, we chill ‘em.”
She never fails to amaze me. “Danika, that is terrible!” I say, still chuckling to myself.
“Zan! Tell me you’re coming home soon.”
“I wish I was, squirt. I’m too busy with work and the academy. Who would’ve thought you have to study to become a cop?”
“Well duh! Of course you do. How else will you know how to get fat and eat donuts all day?”
“Oh is that what I’ll be doing all day? Well shit, I’m glad you told me now,” I reply sarcastically.
