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I tiptoed across the hallway from my Mother’s room to mine and closed the door slowly, quietly, but the lock clicked loudly. Mother probably heard it. Maybe she didn’t. But, she probably did.
“Did you finish your homework?” A loud voice echoed from downstairs.
She heard it.
What’s That Sweetie?
Pulling weeds was hard work. It’s no wonder Gerald never did it. His hands had a million tiny cuts. They stung from dirt and sweat. He gingerly grabbed the handle of the fridge to open it, and looked in.
Nothing. Well, a few things. But nothing.
“Hey, Hun? Where’s the lemonade?”