Slammed

he doesn't eat any sugar? He needs to get to bed early," he says as he slowly backs out of the driveway.
     
    "Sure," I say.
     
    "And Layken? Calm down."
     
    "Sure," I say again.
     
    And he's gone. Just like that.
     

18.
     
    “ Close the laundry door
    Tiptoe across the floor
    Keep your clothes on
    I got all that I can take
    Teach me how to use
    The love that people say you made.”
    -The Avett Brothers, Laundry Room
     

 
     
    Chapter Eighteen
     
     
     
    I spend the rest of the afternoon helping my mother clean. It keeps my mind occupied. She never once asks why I'm not at school. I guess she's leaving the mundane things up to me now. When it's time to pick Caulder and Kel up, Will still isn't home. I bring both of the boys back to the house and we begin another discussion on Halloween costumes.
     
    "I know what I want to be now," Kel says to my mother.
     
    She is folding clothes in the living room. She lays a towel on the back of the couch and looks at Kel, “What are you going to be, Sweetie?”
     
    He smiles at her. "Your lung cancer," he says.
     
    She is so used to the things that come out of Kel's mouth, she doesn't skip a beat.
     
    "Oh yeah? Do they sell those at Wal-Mart?"
     
    "I don’t think so," he says as he grabs a drink out of the refrigerator. "Maybe you could make it. I want to be a lung."
     
    "Hey," Caulder says. "Can I be the other lung?"
     
    My mom laughs as she grabs a pen and paper off the bar and sits down. "Well, I guess we better figure out how to sew a pair of cancerous lungs."
     
    Kel and Caulder flock to her and start spitting out ideas.
     
    "Mom," I say flatly. "You're not."
     
    She looks up from her sketch at me and smiles. "Lake, if my baby boy wants to be a cancerous lung for Halloween, then I'm going to make sure he's the best cancerous, tumor-ridden lung there is."
     
    I roll my eyes and join them at the bar, writing down a list of the supplies we'll need.
     
    ***
     
    After we return from the store with the supplies and materials needed for the cancerous lung costumes, Will pulls up in his driveway.
     
    "Will!" Caulder runs across the street and grabs his hand, pulling him toward our house. "Wait 'till you see this!"
     
    Will helps my mother and I grab the supplies out of the trunk and we all head inside.
     
    "Guess what we're going to be? For Halloween?" Caulder is beaming as he stands in the kitchen, pointing at the supplies on the floor.
     
    "Uh…"
     
    "Julia's cancer!" Caulder says, excitedly.
     
    Will raises his eyebrows and glances at my mother who has just returned from her bedroom with a sewing machine.
     
    "You only live once, right?" She places the sewing machine on the bar.
     
    "She's letting us make the tumors for the lungs," Kel says. "You wanna make one? I'll let you make the big one."
     
    "Uh…"
     
    "Kel," I say. "Will and Caulder can't help, they'll be out of town all weekend." I carry two of the sacks to the bar and start unpacking them.
     
    "Actually," Will replies as he grabs the other sacks off the floor. "That was before I found out we were making lung cancer. I think we'll have to reschedule our trip."
     
    Caulder runs over to Will and hugs him. "Thanks, Will. They're gonna need to measure me while they’re making it anyway. I've been growing a lot."
     
    And once again, for the third time this week, we're one big happy family.
     
     
     
    ***
     
    We have most of the hand drawn patterns cut and it's time to get the boys measurements. "Where's your measuring tape?" I ask my mother.
     
    "I don't know," she says. "I don't know if I have one, actually."
     
    "Will has one, we can use his," I say. "Will do you mind getting it?"
     
    "I have measuring tape?" he asks.
     
    "Yes, it's in your sewing kit," I say.
     
    "I have a sewing kit?"
     
    "It's in your laundry room."
     
    I can't believe he doesn't know this. I clean his house once and I can tell him where everything is better than he can? "It's next to the sewing machine on the shelf behind your mother's patterns. I put them in chronological order according to pattern nu-nevermind," I say as I stand up. "I'll just show you."
     
    "You put his patterns in chronological order?" My mother asks, perplexed.
     
    I turn back to her as we're headed to the door. "I was having a bad day."
     
    Will and I head across the street and I use the opportunity to ask him about what happened with his internship. I didn't want to ask him in front of Caulder, because I wasn't sure if he had