Umber (47.8 — Oleander’s Story)
August 13, 2012 § Leave a comment
This last sentence from my mother ended with an audible sob. To keep me from witnessing any more of this terrible scene, Miss Brigid steered me away from the front door, and pushed me ahead of her down the little concrete sidewalk that led to the back yard. But she wasn’t quite fast enough. I saw Daddy burst out of the front door, tears running down his cheeks. He was holding an ice bag on his left eye. I started to run to him, but Miss Brigid stopped me by grabbing my shoulder with her little bird-claw fingers–she was surprisingly strong for a tiny old lady–so I called out to him instead. He looked up at me, then turned away and started running.