“Haven’t you just finished eating?” “That? Nah, that was my first breakfast. Plus, it’s Saturday today.” He looks at me kindly, as if I’m very sweet but a bit clueless. I’m finding it a real challenge to keep up, so maybe I am. Clueless, that is. Fuck knows I’m far from sweet. “What does that mean?” “Pancake Saturday, bruh! Your dad makes the best pancakes ever.” What now?
