That made me cry even harder than the lock. Because it was not the question. It was that she already knew the answer.
That made me cry even harder than the lock.
Linda cut me a large piece of pie, warmed it up, and guided me to the living room couch.
“Eat this in peace. I need to make a few phone calls.” Then she paused and turned around. “Where does Brandon keep his car keys?”
I pointed to the small hook beside the front door. “Right there.”
Linda nodded as if that were an important answer.
I sat on the couch with the plate on my lap and ate like a hungry bear that had finally gotten the picnic basket.
Outside, I heard Linda’s voice moving through phone calls in that calm, deadly tone women use right before someone gets educated.
Half an hour later, she came back, wiped her hands, and simply said, “The job is done!”
Outside, I heard Linda’s voice moving through the phone calls.
Brandon woke up cheerful, which was one of the funniest parts.
He came downstairs, ate pie, and said, “Mom, this is great! You should visit us more often.”
Linda smiled sweetly. “Oh, I plan to get much more involved. Come outside with me, sweetheart. I have something for you.”
Brandon followed her outside because he still believed he was the favorite character in this story.