The next morning, my o-so-excited baby sitters got me a sloppy breakfast. I guess you could've called the yellow blob eggs and the red blob meat, but I wouldn't classify them as that. I ate it all anyway. The Warden sat with me and Lorene left the house for a while.
"Deyna," she began. I ignored her. "Deyna, it wasn't my fault. It destroyed me to hear that she killed Pendanski." I looked up at her.
"So. It doesn't make it go away." She set down her coffee cup.
"I'm sorry. If there's anything that I can do to make it better, please tell me." I got up from my chair.
"The only way you can make it better is if you have the power to bring people back to life." I left the house and slammed the screen door.
The rest of the day was spent avoiding the Warden and Lorene. By dusk, I ended up in my sheet room, exhausted and missing my friends. After a while, I stood up and looked out my window as the stars.
"God," I began, "I don't hate you because you took my grandparents, and I don't hate you because you took my Daddy. But you took Stanley from me, Lord. Please, don't tear us apart because of Lorene and the Warden. Please, bring him back to me." I shut my eyes as a few tears trickled down by face.
A knock came on the front door. I pushed aside the sheet slightly and the Warden got up to answer it.
"Excuse me, ma'am, I have reason to believe that you have Deyna Pendanski here under false pretenses. [Is that the right words??]" A policeman walked in the room. The Warden pointed to Lorene.
"Not me, her." Lorene got up in a hurry.
"Don't listen to this escaped criminal, she's the one." A heard someone else walk in the door.
"Where is she?" In a second, I recognized the voice and left my room.
"Stanley!" I started to run towards him but Lorene stopped me. She held my arms tightly and whispered in my ear.
"Say that I'm your mother or I'll kill that boy, so help me!" Her nails dug into my skin.
"Not on your life." I elbowed her in the stomach, grabbed her arm and flipped her onto the ground. I looked up and Stanley, the policeman and the Warden had their mouths wide open. I took advantage of the opportunity and grabbed Stanley. He hugged me back but was still stunned. Lorene got up, painfully.
"You don't understand! I got custody of my daughter." The policeman took out some papers.
"I'm afraid that's not true. These papers say that you are not her mother." Lorene grabbed them.
"How'd you do it?" I asked Stanley. He smiled.
"I found some old pictures and an old video in your attic of your mom. I showed them to the judge and he gave your custody to me."
"You?" He smiled again.
"Well, my parents." The policeman slapped handcuffs on Lorene. She turned to the Warden.
"You did this! You insisted that you use the phone." The policeman turned to the Warden.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to arrest you too."
"Wait, what did you do?" She turned to me.
"I called Stanley so he knew where to find you."
"Why would you do that? I've been mean to you all day." She looked down.
"Your mother was my sister."