Have it His Way?

Ricardo held his breath every time he had to listen to his father speak.  The droning tones of his voice made it hard to concentrate on what he was saying.  As Ricardo cleared the table, he thought of how he could possible snatch the keys near the doorway without his father noticing.

-Clank.

-Clink.

The plates were almost all washed.  So was the conversation with his father.  The tough skin on his father's hands were firmly grasping the skin of the wine glass on the table, as if he feared it would run away from him.  His other arm scratched absentmindedly at his right thigh.

"Once you find that girl.  There should be plenty of help so you can have that break.  You gotta work hard for what you have kiddo. Don't fool around and get a woman that can slave for you."

Ricardo blocked out the rest.  His entire focus was on the simple set of keys on the high counter near the back door.  He slowly made his way to the kitchen table.  He had purposely left the orange juice there during supper so it will be closer to the keys.  This was all planned since he was driving home from work.  As he snatched the juice with his left hand, his right hand carefully slid the keys into his sweatshirt pocket.  Then he quickly turned, placed the juice in the fridge and left the kitchen.

His father kept talking.

Ricardo checked his pockets for his wallet, license and house keys.  Then he slid through the cellar door and out through his backyard.  As he passed the foggy kitchen window, he heard his father still talking to the now empty and silent kitchen.