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Indeed, Dad had in some ways come through for John on this, his Thirteenth Birthday. While he was frequently baking – a hobby John normally didn't detest (and not nearly as much as Dad's fixation on Harlequins) – Dad would only devote an entire day for the matter on one occasion: John's birthday. John rolled his eyes, knowing already that his father had spent the entire day baking. The counters were stacked with baking supplies and covered in flour. “Mom, Nanna,” he whispered, before he made for the kitchen. John nodded politely to the two stately matrons. Above them, hung on the wall, were twin portraits: one of his elderly Nanna, and the other of the mother he never knew. John resisted the urge to topple them, great though that urge often was. Upon the surface were placed two urns, of a sacred variety. He turned to the mantle of the fireplace. He'd scowled enough at it earlier in the day, and expected to repeat the ritual a number of times in days – or weeks – to come. For the sake of expedience, John just flipped this enormous Harlequin the bird.

An ostentatious gift from his father, left to sit there until John elected to move it (which he never would). He passed the couch, flanked by Harlequin figurines and occupied by an oversized harlequin floppy plush doll. Though the television played a muted commercial – some no doubt comical number about a caveman living inexplicably in the modern day – the room remained vacant. John headed to the end of the hall, looking over the railing to the small living room below.

Made all the worse by his father's obvious, senseless obsession with them. In another frame, he spotted posters of clowns – scratch that, Harlequins.Īs was customary, he scowled at them, casually shaking his fist. He passed the portraits of unknown pranksters, hardly even noticing them. The boy allowed his eyes to wander as he walked. “Dad! When's lunch gonna be ready?” he called, walking down the hall. John Egbert wandered out of his room, hand cupped beside his mouth.
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