Timothy played with the cheese on his poutine for a while before eating it. His mind was elsewhere at the moment, thinking about what his mother and father were facing. He remembered going to Hawaii with them, trying to surf for the first time ending with him tumbling into the water. His parents swam over, pulled him out of the blue water, and embraced him between the two of them while laughing and telling him how amazing he did for his first time. They were so happy but, that will never happen again now that they are divorcing. The worst part is they don't believe he is old enough to handle it, so they leave him in the dark unknowing that he knows.
"What's going to happen to me when my parent’s divorce?" asked Timothy aloud once silence permeated the table.
His grandparents looked at each other awestruck and seemed to talk to each other through their eyes. When their short discussion was finished they turned around to face the question.
"We don't know" said his grandfather sheepishly.
"I'm so sick and tired of hearing that! That's all you ever say! Mom and Dad do it too whenever I ask a serious question. If I'm asking, I obviously want a real answer, not 'I don't know'." To his grandparents this outburst was remotely expected but, to the two conniving aristocrats sitting 3 tables down it sent a cell phone flying into the air in shock. It fell to the floor and the screen received a huge crack, twisting diagonally from one corner to the other.
"You brat!" yelled Thomas as he picked up his phone.
"We'll pay for that." said the grandma cautiously as if she knew the man was going to make a nasty retort.
"Like you have the money." He squinted in frustration at the family and then sat down to continue his conversation.
The retort wasn't as bad as she had expected. In fact, it didn't affect her at all. She contently whipped out her phone which was exactly identical to his and began playing a very loud game to be sure to catch his attention.