Chapter 12
Sango sat at the kitchen table, munching on some potato chips when the phone rang. There was no way she was getting up. She was too lazy. "MOM! Will you get it?"
"Yes ma'am, lazy bum!" Sango's mother called from her room. Sango listened to the ring get cut off and overheard her mother's voice. "Hello? Yes, this is she. Yes, I see. Oh no," Sango winced and leaned toward the wall, listening attentivley, "No no no no no!" Sango's mother was crying. "Alright, thank you Mr. President. Good-Bye." Sango's mother hung up the phone and Sango sat straight up in her seat. The President? Sango pondered. This can't be good.
Sango's mother walked out into the kitchen, her hands covering her eyes and her face red. Sango stood up and ran to her mother, "Mom, what is it?"
"Where is Kohaku?" She said from beneath her hands.
"Outside playing."
"Go get him."
Sango ran out the door, "KOHAKU! GET INSIDE NOW!" Kohaku walked into the room a short while later.
"Both of you," Sango's mother said, "Sit down."
They sat.
"Sango, what was your father's job?"
Sango opened her mouth, but paused. She tilted her head to the side, wonder and amusement filling her brain. Where does Dad work? "I'm not sure. He never told us."
Sango's mother sighed, her head falling slowly. "Your father was a CIA agent. When you were little Sango, he was allowed to work from home. When you were five, they needed him back at the Whitehouse, and so he moved back. When Kohaku was born, your father wasn't allowed to come home because he had just been upgraded to CIA Director, or rather, the head of the CIA. He was very busy. So busy, in fact, that when he came home last month, that was the first time I had seen him since you were five, Sango."
"Holy. Shit." Kohaku muttered. Under normal circumstances, Sango would have whapped him over the back of the head. But now, he had taken the words right out of her mouth.
"Okay, but why are you telling us this now?" Sango wondered aloud, one too many thoughts crossing her mind.
Sango's mother sniffled, and handed Sango a newspaper off the counter. It wasn't the front page, but one of the smaller divisions. Sango read aloud, but her voice was just a shaky whisper.
"Director of CIA shot to death in the streets of Washington."
Sango sat at the kitchen table, munching on some potato chips when the phone rang. There was no way she was getting up. She was too lazy. "MOM! Will you get it?"
"Yes ma'am, lazy bum!" Sango's mother called from her room. Sango listened to the ring get cut off and overheard her mother's voice. "Hello? Yes, this is she. Yes, I see. Oh no," Sango winced and leaned toward the wall, listening attentivley, "No no no no no!" Sango's mother was crying. "Alright, thank you Mr. President. Good-Bye." Sango's mother hung up the phone and Sango sat straight up in her seat. The President? Sango pondered. This can't be good.
Sango's mother walked out into the kitchen, her hands covering her eyes and her face red. Sango stood up and ran to her mother, "Mom, what is it?"
"Where is Kohaku?" She said from beneath her hands.
"Outside playing."
"Go get him."
Sango ran out the door, "KOHAKU! GET INSIDE NOW!" Kohaku walked into the room a short while later.
"Both of you," Sango's mother said, "Sit down."
They sat.
"Sango, what was your father's job?"
Sango opened her mouth, but paused. She tilted her head to the side, wonder and amusement filling her brain. Where does Dad work? "I'm not sure. He never told us."
Sango's mother sighed, her head falling slowly. "Your father was a CIA agent. When you were little Sango, he was allowed to work from home. When you were five, they needed him back at the Whitehouse, and so he moved back. When Kohaku was born, your father wasn't allowed to come home because he had just been upgraded to CIA Director, or rather, the head of the CIA. He was very busy. So busy, in fact, that when he came home last month, that was the first time I had seen him since you were five, Sango."
"Holy. Shit." Kohaku muttered. Under normal circumstances, Sango would have whapped him over the back of the head. But now, he had taken the words right out of her mouth.
"Okay, but why are you telling us this now?" Sango wondered aloud, one too many thoughts crossing her mind.
Sango's mother sniffled, and handed Sango a newspaper off the counter. It wasn't the front page, but one of the smaller divisions. Sango read aloud, but her voice was just a shaky whisper.
"Director of CIA shot to death in the streets of Washington."