Continuation5 Her momma makes it better

 Continuation5 Her momma makes it better
“So you're in dad's room," she whispered, like a villain about to get its victim.  "Stay right there, would you."  With her mother in this corner of the house, she could gain access to the basement stairs and make her way up to the kitchen.  But what would she do once she got there?  Would she brigade her mother once again for the Robert Redford recipe?  Would she be locked up in another room of the house?  Out of sight and out of mind, by her mother, who was most likely calling sponsors for the Cub Scout fundraiser.  She didn't have time to figure out her next position.  She made her way up the stairs, hoping to gain access to the kitchen where her mother left her.

Continuation4 of Her Mamma Makes it Better

Continuation4 of Her Mamma Makes it Better

"But Ma-I'm going to need the recipe to Robert Redford."  She accented the D's in Redford, pursing her lips at the end hoping to get her mother's attention in her newest interest in Robert Redford, although she had no idea who he was. 
Getting inside the home didn't make her worry.  Her mother would be upset with we she found out that Huffy went through the window well in order to get inside. She might even take a wooden spatula to Huffy's behind, for not telling her the screen was broken in the first place, so Huffy sat down on the basement floor her knees arched up and her hands wrapped around them, listening to the sounds upstairs.  She could pinpoint the exact room her mother was in, if she could hear the sound of  feet moving.  If she'd move around a bit more.  She thought.  "There!" she said excitedly to no one, looking up at the ceiling's left floor board. The floor board sat four feet below her dad's tool table, the one with the red    tool set and his assorted containers of nuts and bolts, drill sets and other gadgets Huffy had no use for.