Rain

There is nothing I hate more than house work. The chemicals burning your nose and making your eyes water. Rubber gloves up to your elbows and your knees wet with soapy water. Yup, this was the perfect punishment. The phone started to ring Finally a break! I threw the gloves on the floor and ran over to the phone mounted by the sink.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweetie." it was my dad, "I just got done talking to my boss and was wondering if you'd like to get some lunch with me?"

"Yes! Of course!"

"I'll be there in ten minutes, be ready."

I nearly screamed in his ear for joy. I loved my daddy, he was so sweet to me. I ran upstairs and threw on my favorite T-shirt (the one he gave me) and waited impatiently by the window peeking out every two seconds to see if he was here yet.

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when he showed up. He looked so nice in a suit. I ran out the door and jumped into the passenger seat of his car. He was on the phone with one of his landscapers (the man's image was projected in the top left hand corner of the windshield).

"I understand, Brewer, but I need those plans by tomorrow! No excuses this time. I don't care if your kid suddenly comes down with the Plague, those papers must be on my desk by tomorrow."

"Righto!" The man saluted my dad awkwardly, "I will talk to you tomorrow. Good day, sir. Little lady (he tipped his invisible hat to me)." The screen went dark. He was probably one of my favorite people that my dad worked with.

"Good ol' Brewer." My dad smirked, "alright, so what sounds good to you? Anything you want."

"You're the best!" I hugged my dad as we headed to one of my favorite restaurants. Once we were seated, he began talking to me about the secret operation he was just put in charge of. He kept his voice low, and tried not to seem obvious.

"How would you like to be my secretary? Since mom would be my VP, I think that would work out nicely. Pres said I could pick anyone I wanted. I think your friend Jessica will be joining us."

I nearly spit out my orange soda, "friend? Jessica? Hardly."

"Oh, I am sorry, I just assumed since that boy she's dating was over at our house. . . nevermind, it doesn't matter. What on earth could be taking that waiter so long with our food?"