Tuesday, March 10, 2009


He walked slowly into the room, his hands pushed deep into his trouser pockets. He looked younger, and not so cranky. 
"Surprised to see me?" he asked with a chuckle. I could feel his enjoyment oozing toward me. 
"Can someone please tell me what's going on?" I asked, looking from him to her.
"It would be my pleasure," he said, pulling his hands free, and taking a seat on the couch. He leant forward, resting his arms on his knees, his head bowed low. Finally, he lifted his head and looked at me. 
"It began when your mother was born..." he said. I settled back in my seat. This was going to be a long night.

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