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The phone rang through the house, an old sound that was anything but comforting. Turning down my music, I answered the call to my mother’s frantic warnings about the approaching weather: storms, hail, tornadoes, thunder, lightening, aliens, who knows.
“And I need you to open the back door so that if hail hits, you’ll be able to hear the sirens above it,” she said.
“All right, Mama. Drive safe,” I replied dully as I opened the door. Stepping out onto the covered deck, I inhaled deeply and almost fell over at the intensity of the beauty of the smell of the spring rain. So sweet, so soft, I
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“Damn it, Hansel, the rats ate the crumbs,” Gretel stared, disappointed, at the sidewalk. The two children slouched, dirty faced, in the shadows of an alleyway.
Hansel sighed and tried to hold back helpless tears, “It was bound to happen; if only we had been able to use stones like last time.”
“This is all that woman’s fault,” Gretel spat, “She strolls in on our lives, decides to become our mother, eats too damn much, makes us filthy poor, and convinces our dying father to disown us. Who the hell does she think she is?”
While my train of thought repaired itself, Edard and James talked, across the room on the bed. Me, sitting there confused, sat there confused. Jeez, this has been a long day. Attacked by werewolves.... These crazy hot boys talking to each other. i sighed, finally collecting my thoughts. I stood up, feeling a bit wobbly. Trying not to topple over, I walked over to the heated conversation. "She doesn't have to know!" James said. Edward calmly replied, "She must know. If we are to protect her, she must know how much risk is involved, at least. Being in the dark is no place t
