Friday, August 29, 2014

Continuation8 of her momma makes it better

A thought occurs to her Momma will be upset, once she finds out I went through the window well to get inside the house. She might even take a spatula to my behind for not telling her the window screen was broken. Huffy sits down on the basement floor, her knees arched upwards and she wraps her hands around them, listening to the sounds upstairs.  If she could pinpoint the exact room her mother was in, she could make her way upstairs without her mother noticing that she broke into the basement.  If only she’d move around a bit, I could find out where she is, she thought. She sat a couple more seconds listening and then shouts out "There!" looking up at the ceiling's left corner floor board. The floor board was four feet above her dad's tool table, next to the rolling red tool set and assorted containers of nuts and bolts, drill sets and other gadgets Huffy had no use for.

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