Marc and I hear Mom breaking stuff
and crying. We go downstairs. It's the blue and white set of dishes--she's
doing it shelf by shelf and she's covering the kitchen floor. "Stay
out of the way." she tells us. We stand there and watch her.
She tells us that Dad is a terrible father and a terrible
husband and the most selfish person in the world and she can't believe she
married him and he's coming home late tonight. "Too late," she
After the dishes, she starts in with the stuff in the fridge. Some of the
eggs don't break. I'm impressed with their shells.
She finishes, and announces that it's time for bed.
As I'm falling asleep, I hear Mom crying softly.
I wake up in the middle of the night. I hear Mom crying. I crawl out of
bed and knock on her door. "Mom, are you okay?" I only hear more
crying, "Mom?" I open the door. It takes me a second to figure
out what's going on. "Oh, Dad's home," I say, a little embarrassed
and a little grossed-out. I shut the door.
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