Euphemia Magdalena
Euphemia had awakened early this morning, and started slaving away in her kitchen. It was a big day today, and she wanted to make it feel special that's why she was making a Cherry-Berry Pie for her girls this evening. Dear George always loved that and every year on his birthday she would make it for him. That's what today was, his birthday and even though it has been two hundred years since his death, she continues the tradition nonetheless. It kept sane, there was a time, (a long time ago now) when she would spend a year saving up the money to buy the ingredients. Now with supermarkets, it seems so much easier to just buy the raw ingredients in a days’ notice.
Like clockwork, Lilly and Rose came stumbling down the stairs wearing far too inappropriate clothes. “No,” she said in a harsh tone, “You are not leaving my house wearing that, your father would have had a fit if he saw you dressed so.”
Rose, looked at her mother and sighed her old fashion mind was never good at accepting new things. They had the old stove, for a century before she gave in a bought an electric one, and Rose wearing a tank top and short shorts was no different. “Mother…” she whined, “Papa couldn’t imagine half the things we’ve seen over the century let alone tank tops.”
“Is that what you call them?” She asked, “Rose honey didn’t I buy you that new blue dress last century though, couldn’t you wear that?”
“Last century, mother…” Rose sighed and the two stomped up stairs.
Euphemia turned back to her pie, and her “outdated” kitchen, with its pink tiled walls and retro 1950’s feel about it. By nine, she had completely finished her pie and set it on the window to cool, her daughters coming back down in jeans and t-shirts. “Better?” they chimed.
She smiled, “How hard was that?” she asked and took two glasses from the cupboard and opened the fridge to a fresh “Box-O-Blood” sitting on the top shelf. As she turned her back, the quickly ran out the door hurrying to whatever business they thought was important. She sighed and placed the glasses on the table, there was a time when they would spend the day with their mother without a second thought, but times do change that’s for sure. She sat at the table in a huff, with the two glasses in front of her and proceeded to drink them without another thought entering her head.