There it was: that smell.
As I scurried quietly about my business, like a thief in the night, my nose twitched.
Tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe. Her door was half cracked and I snuck a peek inside. Sleeping beauty was home, and it was my turn to get the Saturday laundry started; it couldn’t wait any longer.
My sister Karla was notorious for shedding her clothes like a peeled banana. She left them in piles on her bedroom floor after returning dead-dog tired from her waitressing gig at the local Mexican restaurant: La Cocina. If you needed to know how many shifts Karla worked in a given week, all you had to do was count the piles.
As I picked up each pile and tossed it into the laundry basket, I made a game out of it to “guess the nightly Mexican food special” by the smell of her clothes.
Monday: taco night. Spicy and messy. Little bits of taco shells fell from her apron.
Wednesday: enchiladas supreme. Red sauce on the sleeves.
Thursday: combo plates. I could almost see the steam still rising from this pile.
Friday: chimichangas. The worse kind of deep fried smell, mixed with cigarette smoke.
Karla slept on as the full menu of smells left her room and made their way to the wash.
These were Saturday mornings with my sister.
**As I took a trip down memory lane with this slice, I’ll treasure many memories of writing every day this month in the Slice of Life Challenge. This is my second year slicing my way through March and it’s been great meeting lots of writers from around the world. Thank you to all who took time to read my writing and send encouragement along the way through your comments. I’ve developed many “writing crushes” on fellow writers in this challenge! A big thank you to all at Two Writing Teachers who continue to build a community of teacher writers around the world.