Jacob stumbled I to the kitchen table and let the steamy sweat smell of cinnamon sugar oatmeal feel this sense. Mom sat quietly at the other end of the table drinking a cup of coffee. From her silence he knew that she expected an apology. Last night they had discussion his lack of effort to complete his short story for English class English was his least favorite subject but writing was a talent that came easy to him. His mom glassed up to him and Scratchy new that if she waited patiently for Jacob apology and he did