Everyone was seated in the family room. Full from Easter dinner, everyone was lazily marinating in decaf coffee and country music. The entire San Diego Murphy family, excluding the uncle who had already left for his AA meeting, was chatting. With three priests present, religion was bound to come up, but my parents tried to guide the conversation toward sports, business, politics, and education (the hot topic for my sister and I, the only grandchildren still in school at this gathering).
My aunt asked my sister about the schedule she would have at the new school she'll be going to starting this summer. Put on the spot, the room was quieted as all the grown-ups and I listened. “Well, I’ll go to school once a week and do my work the rest of the week,” replied my little sister, Kelly, describing what her junior year of high school will be like at Escondido Charter School.
“Well I just gotta tell you I think you’re crazy,” said one of the uncles. “But no one asked me my opinion,” he finished.
My aunt asked my sister about the schedule she would have at the new school she'll be going to starting this summer. Put on the spot, the room was quieted as all the grown-ups and I listened. “Well, I’ll go to school once a week and do my work the rest of the week,” replied my little sister, Kelly, describing what her junior year of high school will be like at Escondido Charter School.
“Well I just gotta tell you I think you’re crazy,” said one of the uncles. “But no one asked me my opinion,” he finished.
The polite, lighthearted chorus of defensive“yeah’s!” followed, but I still wished I’d beat him to his own comeback.
I'm missing a line of context here. Not sure if your sister and uncle are comparing work schedules or why they would be.
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