Macaroni

Stacy fiddled her fork amongst the elbow shaped noodles, lifting them into the air and watching them grab for dear life onto the tines. They dropped, one by one, back into the bowl, like disappointed escapees. Her brother stared at her, fascinated why none of the noodles made it to her mouth. Stacy looked up at her mom and declared “macaroni and cheese is the opiate of the masses”. Her mother turned from the dishes she was washing. “Where did you ever learn a phrase like that?”