I knew it was going to rain that night, the wind had picked up since dinner. "Well maybe it will be a short storm" I told myself nervously. Then as if to scare me even more some one had rung the doorbell to my apartment walked over and looked through the eyehole. I thought to myself "no, it cant be". "Oh well I have to get it over with". As I opened the door she stared at me with a look that seemed to peer right through me. "Mother what my I ask are you doing here?" I said to her carefully for I knew anything could tip her into spilling out her most deepest darkest secrets. "Well to be certain I don’t know" she had answered back. "Well you might as well come in" I told her. When she came in the door she shoved the suitcase right into my stomach. "Well make yourself right at home mom". then she sat on the couch and said nothing to me at all. "Well are you going to tell me why you at least came so far down here to see me?" I questioned. "Your father was being an ass". She couldn’t make it more clear that dad was up to his usual tricks. "Well I’m sure there’s an explanation for his behavior". "No ,there's n........." then right as she was about to say it a crash of thunder shook the windows in the apartment and a flash of lightning made the apartment light up like the 4th of July. I had screamed at the top of my lungs for I was fearful of the tremendous sounds and lights. "Mother help me". my mother rushed to my side and told me everything was going to be alright. No sooner than she said this than when the lights had gone out in here. "You were saying, Mother".
© 2000 by Meredith Dougherty
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