'The escaping monkey café' felt emptier than ever.
Jolene, as always - was at the counter busy with Reading
some weird Russian poetry book, humming a Tory Amos tune to
herself. Collin was sitting in his usual spot in the right
corner table - he loved the fake black leathered sofa that
he was sitting on, it was old and soft and felt like home to
Collin, he loved going there after school more than he loved
going back to his own house; his own bed. he felt more
welcomed when he entered the café's door and Jolene
smiles at him sweetly and asking him how's it going, giving
him a 80 present discount on his meals with a free dessert
and coffee because he is an old and favorite client; than
when he gets home after a long tiring day at school and
Dad's not home as usual and when mom is not tanning by the
pool she is usually busy with her stupid new age crap and is
at a psychologhist/sexologist/pilatis/botox
injection/hairdresser/running away from being a mom, he has
to make lunch for his 7 year old brother Christopher ;who
hardly speaks and is always busy with his stupid old walkman
. Collin was busy writing something on a sheet of yellow
notebook paper and looked really into it, in a middle of a
massive writing muse attack, words were pouring out and you
could see a sparkle of excitement in his pale green eyes.
"Hey rockstar, whatcha' doing"? asked Jolene who left the
counter and came by to see if he wants a coffee re-fill, she
looked at him curiously - she never really solved Completely
even barley the "Collin Reese puzzle".