Sundays With Ingrid (Father’s Day Selection)
In the morning when Ingrid went downstairs, Mom and Ty were already gone. Echo Falls High started half an hour before Ferrand Middle, and Mom went right by it on her way to work. That meant Ingrid and Dad ate a lot of breakfasts together, Dad never going in before his nine-o’clock meeting with Mr. Ferrand. Dad would read her little snippets from The Wall Street Journal, and Ingrid would eat the kind of things she ate when no one was paying attention. But today The Wall Street Journal was still in its plastic wrapper and Dad was already packing his briefcase, tie knotted, suit jacket on.
“Morning,” he said, barely looking up. “Going in a little early today.”
“Something special happening?”
“Probably be going in a little early for the foreseeable future.”
“Globalization, if you want to put it in one word.”
A word that was in the air, even if Ingrid didn’t really understand it. “What does it mean, anyway?”
“Means we’re all going to have to work harder,” Dad said. “Including you.”
“Not just you,” said Dad. “Kids in general.”
“Kids have to work harder?”
“That’s the future. Big forces are on the move.”
“What kind of forces?”
“History will judge.”
Dad poured coffee into a thermos—he never did that, always enjoyed his second cup at home—and headed for the door that led from the kitchen to the garage.
“I like your shirt, Dad.” A beautiful deep blue with white collar and cuffs, but Dad, already out the door, didn’t hear. For the first time in her life, Ingrid felt a little nostalgic. History would judge how hard she was working? The future sounded grim.
Tags: Echo Falls Series
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