Breakfast for Dinner on Dad's Night Shift
Ruth's father worked nights at a bakery, so their family clock ran backward. When Ruth ate cereal at seven in the morning, Dad was just coming home, tired and covered in flour. When Ruth sat down to dinner at six, Dad was only waking up.
For a long time, Ruth thought this was unfair. They hardly ever ate a meal together.
Then she had an idea. On Saturdays, Dad's day off, she would not wait for dinner. She pulled out her mother's old recipe cards and made a plan.
"We're having breakfast for dinner," she announced. "But we're doing it at nine in the evening, when you're awake and I'm still allowed to stay up."
Dad blinked. "That's very late for a Saturday dinner."
"That's the point," said Ruth.
They made pancakes shaped like lopsided stars. Ruth flipped most of them, and Dad kept the pan from smoking. They ate slowly, with syrup on the table and the radio playing low.
"I like our backward clock," Dad said.
"Me too," said Ruth.
Now every Saturday night, their kitchen is the only one on the street with its lights on and a stack of pancakes in the middle. Their family clock still runs backward, but now it has a place to meet.