(Should I keep going with this guys?)
Mommy and Daddy were argueing again.
I could hear it as I played with my dolls. In my room. Upstairs....Through a heavy locked door.
I crawled over to the air duct on the wall, leaned in and listened to their words:
Mommy: (Concerned) Where did she learn that word at?
Daddy: (Quietly) Maybe you let it slip out once when she was around....Loretta, How should I know?! Your with her more than me!
Mommy: Fred, we both know that I don't use that kind of lauguage around Kat...Which brings me to another problem I've been having with Kathryn...
Daddy: (Angry) So now she's a problem?
Mommy: (Angrier) Did I say that?! At any time did you hear me say that Kathryn was a problem?!
Daddy: (Violently angry) It's not what you said, It's how you said it! I come home from work every evening, expecting a little peace and quiet...And that's always to much to ask for isn't it?!
Mommy: (Tired) Just stop it...
Daddy: (Still violently angry) No Loretta, You 'stop it'. (Daddy hits the counter with his fist and gets quiet...I hope he didn't hit the sharp edge of it and hurt himself...)
Mommy: (Satisfied) Uh Huh...Cut yourself didn't you? I've been telling you for the last week that something had to be done about i-...
Daddy: (Angry) Shut up. Just shut up...
Mommy: (I bet she was smiling a little like I do when Daddy sneaks me a cookie before dinner...)
(Loud footsteps heading for the basement, which me and Mommy aren't allowed in.)
Just as I was about to go back to playing with my dolls; The argueing started again, drawing me back to the air duct...
Daddy: WHY IS THE BASEMENT DOOR LOCKED?! (A really loud bang rattles the house and makes me dizzy for a minute)
Mommy: (Scared but trying to sound calm) Oh, It's locked? You must have done that earlier...
I walk out on the landing and watch.
As I study Mommy's face, I notice a new emotion there...Determination.
I smile as I remembered the word Daddy tought me.
He said it meant...I grimace.
To be honest; I couldn't remember the meaning, I just knew that was the word to use in this case.
Daddy looked dangerous for a minute, his face contorting into something more demonic than Satan himself.
"It wasn't locked before I left...You were doing the laundry...Quick, tell another one before that one gets old."
I almost giggled when Daddy said "Quick, tell another one before that one gets old..." because Daddy called Mommy a lair....meaning she lied.
I gasp indignantly...Which means that she had lied when she said Mommies didn't lie!
I sink to the first step at the top of the stairs pouting, before I hear a strange noise, one that scares me as I look at Daddy's face.
Mommy's breath has cought audibly and she's beginning to stutter...
