“Thank you, honey; we’ll find something in the refrigerator. Now you run along,” Virginia said and acted relieved they were leaving and smiled as she closed the door behind them. “There is something wrong here, and I don’t know what I should do, but I am sure glad you are here,” Deborah said, driving to the restaurant. “I don’t know how to help them, but I agree you need to do something. I think your mother is losing her mind. How long has she been this way?” Andrew asked. “She has been this way about a week. Mom is always talking about her sister, Helen; she has been dead for more than thirty-five years. Her children grown, have grandchildren how could Mom have her bring the kids over so you could see them?” Deborah said fighting back the tears. “Before you came in, she was telling us that Helen brought her kids over yesterday and they kept Joseph awake most of the day, and today she has let him sleep the entire day,” Andrew said.
After eating dinner at the corner coffee shop, they returned to the house. Deborah rang the doorbell and waited for her mother to open the door. Checking the door and finding it locked, she removed the key from her purse. Entering the silent house, Deborah called out, “Mom, we’re back.” Getting no response, she called out again. “Mom, we’re back. Where are you?” “Are they even here?” Margaret asked. “Oh, yes, Dad is upstairs. Mom calls me about every other day and asks me to bring him strawberry ice
“SHE’S DEAD AND SHE WILL NEVER COME BACK! NOW SHUT UP!” Allison shouts and runs to her room. “ALLISON!” I shout. “I WISH YOU WERE DEAD INSTEAD OF MOMMY!” Amelia screams with tears running down her face. “Don’t say that sweetie, you don’t mean that,” I say. “YES I DO!” She runs to her
I wonder what he did. “Well, we’re here.” I say, stopping in front of the door. When I enter, my mom looks out of the window.
“Drive careful, and I’ll see you later,” Margaret said, returning to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.
“Oh,” Grant muttered, mostly to himself, “well that’s good, I guess. Thanks, Auntie.” Grant shuffled over to the dining room to help finish setting the table with the other women. He didn’t look back.
“All of us need to eat. I’ll pick up a pizza and be back shortly,” he said. He placed his hand on her shoulder as he walked by and left out the side door. They heard an engine start up and him back out of the driveway.
“You may be exaggerating a little,” he said holding her hands. “Come on… I doubt your mother is that bad?” Pete gazed out the window.
Looking down at her watch, Joanne told the men, “The kids should be here shortly. School just let out and it’s not that long of a walk home.”
“I’ve watched new people move into town, but didn’t bother making their acquaintance. Now that I am old and alone, there is no one to blame. That's just the way it goes." He reminded himself.
“Oh, Ok I was just coming to check in on you and there are warm cookies in the oven if you want any and I can pour you some milk if you want some,” said Mom.
“I-I don’t believe this … Is that why mom and dad are crying all the time?”
“Hi I’m Andy’s mom, Amelia, it’s a bit chaotic because we're going to see my family,” Amelia says quietly as the baby in her arms fall asleep,
"This is no time to joke around." As they got deeper into the tunnel, they saw a light. They ran. Kathy pushed the stroller so fast the rabbit was against the back of it. They ran out of the tunnel and saw Adam talking to someone outside. The kids realized that they were home as their eyes adjusted to the light. Adam was talking to his Mom! She invited them all to dinner. She let the bunny inside of the house,
“We’re at Grandpa’s house. Maybe you should lie back down and I’ll send Miles or Bass to town to get him.” Rachel said looking at her daughter with concern.
“Um…Okay” she told her parents, trying not to seem too overwhelmed, and she walked to her room to pack up the rest of her things.
“Sylvia, we’ll be back,” he said, going out the door and stopped. Pointing down the street, Andrew said, “Sarah’s Diner is two blocks that way. Is that okay?