Jill's back from work. One of these days I can see her becoming a great phycologist, thought it is a shame she can't see the problems in her own family.
I can see her through the window as she approches Randy and Brad where they sit spawled before the television. I can tell she's upset with the state of the kitched, She doesn't smell the alcahol on Randy's breath, though I know how much he has consumed. Neither does she find it odd that her eldest son is clad in a long-sleeved shirt, despite the warm air of summer that surrounded him. I knew of the tiny holes that dotted his arm, of the needles he kept hidden in his room. He didn't realize that my window faced his. I am certain that Mark had his own way of dealing, but I have yet to catch him in the act.
So why don't I say anything? Because that's not what I do.
Mark has entered the room. Even from this distance I can see he is pale, washed out. Whatever his self-inflicted thearpy might be, it is taking a tole on his health. His deep black clothes only made him look more pasty. I wish I knew what he was doing to himself!
Brad looks up at his youngest sibling. 'Look,' I hear him yell 'It's the vampire wannabe!' Randy looked up, startled. Apparently, he'd no heard either his mom or Mark enter the room. He then returned to staring stupidly at the televsision.
Mark turnes to look at Brad, but no comments are forthcoming. Shaking his head, the youngest boy comes towards me, entering his yard. I quickly turn my head away, pretending I hadn't been watching.
I can see her through the window as she approches Randy and Brad where they sit spawled before the television. I can tell she's upset with the state of the kitched, She doesn't smell the alcahol on Randy's breath, though I know how much he has consumed. Neither does she find it odd that her eldest son is clad in a long-sleeved shirt, despite the warm air of summer that surrounded him. I knew of the tiny holes that dotted his arm, of the needles he kept hidden in his room. He didn't realize that my window faced his. I am certain that Mark had his own way of dealing, but I have yet to catch him in the act.
So why don't I say anything? Because that's not what I do.
Mark has entered the room. Even from this distance I can see he is pale, washed out. Whatever his self-inflicted thearpy might be, it is taking a tole on his health. His deep black clothes only made him look more pasty. I wish I knew what he was doing to himself!
Brad looks up at his youngest sibling. 'Look,' I hear him yell 'It's the vampire wannabe!' Randy looked up, startled. Apparently, he'd no heard either his mom or Mark enter the room. He then returned to staring stupidly at the televsision.
Mark turnes to look at Brad, but no comments are forthcoming. Shaking his head, the youngest boy comes towards me, entering his yard. I quickly turn my head away, pretending I hadn't been watching.