I've read alot of lists stating
Only 5 minute ago, I heard shouts and complaints from the
However, now I am hearing the sound of silence.
On tiptoes, stealing quietly through the house, in
The smell of fear permeates the hallway.
Calmly, both boys look up at me from their seats on
"What are you doing?"
"Hi Dave. We're swapping cards" They smile.
"Why aren't you fighting?"
"Uh"
"Are you hiding something from me?"
They look at each other.
"Stand up, hands on the dresser"
They look at each other and stand as ordered.
I empty their pockets.
One Flintstone pez, two marbles, one piece of bubblegum
I look under the bed, in the closet, searching
"You really are just playing?"
They turn around from their frisking positions and nod.
"Alright. Well... carry on then"
I leave the room and close the door behind me, with
"Is Dave ok?"
"I dunno. Gimme my Pokemon card."
"I won it before Dave came in!"
"DID NOT!"
"DID TOO!"
The arguing begins in earnest.
My work here is done, and calmly walk back down
"You know you're a mother when..."
But I still haven't seen the addition of
"You know you're a mother when...
you wish for "quiet". But when you get it, you panic."
back of the house, to which I hollared
"WHY can't you two ever get along! You're brothers!"
This concerns me.
search of Lucifer and Damian. Wondering which one is
lying unconscious on the floor, and which is hiding in
a closet in terror of what he did to the unconscious one.
My heart pounds rapidly. Every instinct tells me
there was bloodletting. The silence is defeaning
in fact. Slowly going down the hallway, I see both
both bedroom doors are closed. I gulp as my hand
wraps around the doornob of Lucifer's room. The
creaking of the door tells me it's opening because
my eyes are squeezed shut trying to block out the
Jaws theme music screaming in my head. Peeking
inside, I see no bodies. My head turns to Damian's door.
My hand closes on his doornob and I open it quickly,
Psycho shower scene music belting through my brain.
the bedroom floor. Pokemon cards in hand.
My brows furrow.
I place my foot between their's and quickly frisk
them for sharp objects, items of destruction, matches or
fake ID's...
covered in lint, a small photo of Brittany Spears and
a phone number for "Michael C."
for I don't know what. They watch me.
After a thorough search, I stand in the middle of the room
with my hands on my hips.
my ear pressed against it for a moment.
I hear Lucifer ask his big brother.
the hallway.
Take me home!
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