Chapter 3 – The Hewitt Style Dinner
All day Erin helped her mother prepare the Christmas feast. Though it really wasn't a feast at all seeing that it would only be Molly, Erin, and her parents dining that evening. All in all things were turning out great, Molly occupied herself with her new toys and Erin's father sat around watching the game, though he did lend a helping hand every so often. Now Erin's mother was no diddle dawdler, she had half of the meal cooked by the time 3 o'clock had come around, and supper wasn't until 6. Erin helped but couldn't do much, not being the craftsman chief which her mother was. It was something she missed picking up on while spending her days in her correctional facilities for her mistreated youth. But it was thanks to her mistreated youth that she was here today, so really she was sure happy that she never had the time to cook. "Here Erin dear let me do that!" Erin's mother said taking the bowl of mashed carrots out of Erin's hands. "If your going to mash carrots you got to mash them right." Erin's mother added with a small chuckle. Erin knew she was only trying to help, but couldn't help be get a little frustrated with her clean cut mother. Not wanting to start a conflict Erin just smiled and nodded. "Right. Mash em' right." She repeated after untying her apron. "Listen mom, I have to go pick up this package. I'll only be an hour or so, is that alright?" Erin asked walking over to the closet located near the door. Erin opened it and began to slide the coats and jackets that were already occupying a coat hanging until she found her coat. She retrieved in from the closet and closed it softly. "A package? What kind of package? And from where?" Her mother asked leaning a head out from behind the fridge door in which she was rummaging through. "Its just- its nothing really. I just really have to pick it up today because they called about a week ago." Erin replied back as she slid her shoes on over her feet. "Oh, well alright. Hurry back." Her mother replied. "Yeah mom." Erin yelled back before she went to open the door to her apartment. She froze before her hand touched the door knob. A moment later Erin shook her hand and realized how silly she was being. She quickly opened the door retrieved her keys from the key rack and headed out the door. "Bye!" She hollered out before closing her apartment door with a loud slam. She walked quickly down the hall. The doors of the apartments were decorated with Christmas spirit mainly just a reef and bows, but it gave the building a little more charm and class compared to its usual barf green walls. Erin entered the stair well and took heavy precaution, noting that the stairs were newly moped and rather slippery. Once she manage to reach the ground floor she slipped her purse over her shoulder moving out of the way for an elderly lady and soon walked out of the apartment building.
Erin made her way down the sidewalk as the chill of the wind bit at her nose. She held her coat around her body but soon got feat up and yelled out for a taxi. Moments later a taxi finally stopped and Erin climbed into the back seat. "Where to?" The cab driver asked pulling out into the traffic out into the early traffic. Erin looked out of the frosted window and then looked over to the cab driver who was no focused on the road. "Dauphine Pharmacy ." She said in a small voice, turning her attention back to the window. She tried rubbing the frost off of the window. "Hey, don't to that I like to keep a clean house." The cab driver said. Erin narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to speak. "Excuse me?... House?" She asked, confused. "What? I said I like to keep a clean cab. I hope they give you lots of that there medication at the pharmacy." He muttered, acting like he was trying to cover what he said up. "Alright let me out, now!" Erin demanded stamping her foot. The cab driver pulled into the first free parking space he could to let Erin out of the taco smelling cab. Erin quickly opened the door and stepped out before she could open the door he yelled out. "Hey lady, that'll be 4 dollars, this isn't a community service you know!" Erin glared in on him and threw a five dollar bill angrily at the cab driver. "There 5 dollars keep the change. Merry fucking Christmas..." She said in a angered manner and then slammed the cab door angrily and then began to walk the rest of the way to the drug store.
Erin walked out of the drug store, her package in hand. She walked a few steps to reach the old, badly in need of paint, bench. She sat down and the cold chill that the bench beheld made her wiggle around a bit until the shock of the coldness was no longer high. She ripped open the paper bag that was held together by staples. She took the bottle and checked the label. "Sleeping pills, yes." Erin said quietly to herself before ripping her reseat from the paper bag slipping it in her pocket alone with the bottle of pills. She made her way down the side walk and decided to walk the rest of the way. The street lights were beginning to turn on one by one and the few stores that were open were closing down to go spend their evening with their loved ones. This left Erin almost alone on the sidewalk. It was a uncomfortable feeling and it wasn't as if she didn't have a family to go home to on Christmas. Hell, they were just above her now as she entered the apartment building. Though Erin couldn't help but feel as if she didn't belong, she didn't know why, and frankly she didn't really want to. She was having a mix of emotions today, nothing new to Erin.
"I'm home!" She called out as she reentered her sweet smelling apartment. She slipped her shoes off and didn't bother to hang up her jacket and just flung it over the small sofa near the entrance of her apartment. "Oh Erin, god lord we though you were murdered!" Her mother said carrying a bowl of fresh rolls over to the table. Erin stood there, a blank look on her face. "Oh good, oh my dear. I'm so sorry." Her mother said walking over to Erin, giving her a large hug. Erin pulled away and looked her mother in the eyes. "Mom, please..." She said quietly walking over towards the kitchen counter. She lead her hands alone the smooth surface of the counter and pulled open the drawer closes to the sink. Then she pulled out a selection of silver ware and began to lay them out around the table. "Sorry I took so long, a taxi driver was being a real ass." She implied once she had finished dressing the table with forks and knives. She slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and glanced around. "Where's Molly?" Erin asked looking over to her mother. "Oh she's having a nap I'll get your father to wake her up... John! John! Can you go into the room to-" Before her mother could finish her sentence Erin walked over and began towards Molly's room. "Its fine I'll get her."
Erin slowly opened the door to Erin's room and peeked in first sticking her head in, followed by the rest of her body. She walked over to the small bed and sat at the corner putting a hand on Molly's shoulder and shaking her quietly. "Molly...Molly? Time to get up come on, its time for diner." After a few more shakes Molly rolled over and opened her eyes, and slowly the tears began to run and Molly busted out into a loud case of the whimpers. And wouldn't you know it moments later Erin's mother came in to assist Erin. "Oh poor baby." Erin's mother cried out rushing over to pick Molly up in her arms. "My dear Erin, don't you know how to wake up a child." Erin rolled her eyes and stood up to face her mother. "Mom she gets like this all the time." "And I can see why, well, come now, diner is ready." Erin's mother exited the room and Erin followed slowly, and anger of tension began to feel her as she quietly closed the door.
They all sat around the feast that was laid before them, it was quiet but the quietness was again interrupted by Erin's mother. "Well then, John would you mind saying a prayer before we dine?" She said in a elegant manner as if to impress some unknown visitor. "Ok...Good gravy good meat good god lets eat." He said a cocky smile on his face. They all let out a small chuckle, except Erin's mother of coarse. She didn't find it entertaining one little bit. "Well lets try to make this dinner a pleasant one, hum. Now John would you do the honors and cut the bird." "My pleasure dear." John replied standing up from his chair. She cleared his throat and picked up the large meat saw that lay between Erin and the turkey. He laid the sharp tips onto the glossy cooked skin of the turkey and flicked the small red button and the saw began to cut through the meat with much ease. "Turn it off..." Erin said under her breath. No one heard her over the load roar of the meat saw. "Turn it off..." She said standing up and leaning forward on the table. "Turn it off! TURN IT OFF!" She yelled loudly putting her hands harshly against her head. She began to sob loudly and she feel to her knees. Molly was now crying and her mother was trying to comfort the confused little infant. Her father quickly turned the saw off and went to support Erin back on her feet. She was still crying and now clearly delirious. She loud out a muffled gasp and spoke once more. "...Turn it...off..." And then everything turned black.
All day Erin helped her mother prepare the Christmas feast. Though it really wasn't a feast at all seeing that it would only be Molly, Erin, and her parents dining that evening. All in all things were turning out great, Molly occupied herself with her new toys and Erin's father sat around watching the game, though he did lend a helping hand every so often. Now Erin's mother was no diddle dawdler, she had half of the meal cooked by the time 3 o'clock had come around, and supper wasn't until 6. Erin helped but couldn't do much, not being the craftsman chief which her mother was. It was something she missed picking up on while spending her days in her correctional facilities for her mistreated youth. But it was thanks to her mistreated youth that she was here today, so really she was sure happy that she never had the time to cook. "Here Erin dear let me do that!" Erin's mother said taking the bowl of mashed carrots out of Erin's hands. "If your going to mash carrots you got to mash them right." Erin's mother added with a small chuckle. Erin knew she was only trying to help, but couldn't help be get a little frustrated with her clean cut mother. Not wanting to start a conflict Erin just smiled and nodded. "Right. Mash em' right." She repeated after untying her apron. "Listen mom, I have to go pick up this package. I'll only be an hour or so, is that alright?" Erin asked walking over to the closet located near the door. Erin opened it and began to slide the coats and jackets that were already occupying a coat hanging until she found her coat. She retrieved in from the closet and closed it softly. "A package? What kind of package? And from where?" Her mother asked leaning a head out from behind the fridge door in which she was rummaging through. "Its just- its nothing really. I just really have to pick it up today because they called about a week ago." Erin replied back as she slid her shoes on over her feet. "Oh, well alright. Hurry back." Her mother replied. "Yeah mom." Erin yelled back before she went to open the door to her apartment. She froze before her hand touched the door knob. A moment later Erin shook her hand and realized how silly she was being. She quickly opened the door retrieved her keys from the key rack and headed out the door. "Bye!" She hollered out before closing her apartment door with a loud slam. She walked quickly down the hall. The doors of the apartments were decorated with Christmas spirit mainly just a reef and bows, but it gave the building a little more charm and class compared to its usual barf green walls. Erin entered the stair well and took heavy precaution, noting that the stairs were newly moped and rather slippery. Once she manage to reach the ground floor she slipped her purse over her shoulder moving out of the way for an elderly lady and soon walked out of the apartment building.
Erin made her way down the sidewalk as the chill of the wind bit at her nose. She held her coat around her body but soon got feat up and yelled out for a taxi. Moments later a taxi finally stopped and Erin climbed into the back seat. "Where to?" The cab driver asked pulling out into the traffic out into the early traffic. Erin looked out of the frosted window and then looked over to the cab driver who was no focused on the road. "Dauphine Pharmacy ." She said in a small voice, turning her attention back to the window. She tried rubbing the frost off of the window. "Hey, don't to that I like to keep a clean house." The cab driver said. Erin narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to speak. "Excuse me?... House?" She asked, confused. "What? I said I like to keep a clean cab. I hope they give you lots of that there medication at the pharmacy." He muttered, acting like he was trying to cover what he said up. "Alright let me out, now!" Erin demanded stamping her foot. The cab driver pulled into the first free parking space he could to let Erin out of the taco smelling cab. Erin quickly opened the door and stepped out before she could open the door he yelled out. "Hey lady, that'll be 4 dollars, this isn't a community service you know!" Erin glared in on him and threw a five dollar bill angrily at the cab driver. "There 5 dollars keep the change. Merry fucking Christmas..." She said in a angered manner and then slammed the cab door angrily and then began to walk the rest of the way to the drug store.
Erin walked out of the drug store, her package in hand. She walked a few steps to reach the old, badly in need of paint, bench. She sat down and the cold chill that the bench beheld made her wiggle around a bit until the shock of the coldness was no longer high. She ripped open the paper bag that was held together by staples. She took the bottle and checked the label. "Sleeping pills, yes." Erin said quietly to herself before ripping her reseat from the paper bag slipping it in her pocket alone with the bottle of pills. She made her way down the side walk and decided to walk the rest of the way. The street lights were beginning to turn on one by one and the few stores that were open were closing down to go spend their evening with their loved ones. This left Erin almost alone on the sidewalk. It was a uncomfortable feeling and it wasn't as if she didn't have a family to go home to on Christmas. Hell, they were just above her now as she entered the apartment building. Though Erin couldn't help but feel as if she didn't belong, she didn't know why, and frankly she didn't really want to. She was having a mix of emotions today, nothing new to Erin.
"I'm home!" She called out as she reentered her sweet smelling apartment. She slipped her shoes off and didn't bother to hang up her jacket and just flung it over the small sofa near the entrance of her apartment. "Oh Erin, god lord we though you were murdered!" Her mother said carrying a bowl of fresh rolls over to the table. Erin stood there, a blank look on her face. "Oh good, oh my dear. I'm so sorry." Her mother said walking over to Erin, giving her a large hug. Erin pulled away and looked her mother in the eyes. "Mom, please..." She said quietly walking over towards the kitchen counter. She lead her hands alone the smooth surface of the counter and pulled open the drawer closes to the sink. Then she pulled out a selection of silver ware and began to lay them out around the table. "Sorry I took so long, a taxi driver was being a real ass." She implied once she had finished dressing the table with forks and knives. She slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and glanced around. "Where's Molly?" Erin asked looking over to her mother. "Oh she's having a nap I'll get your father to wake her up... John! John! Can you go into the room to-" Before her mother could finish her sentence Erin walked over and began towards Molly's room. "Its fine I'll get her."
Erin slowly opened the door to Erin's room and peeked in first sticking her head in, followed by the rest of her body. She walked over to the small bed and sat at the corner putting a hand on Molly's shoulder and shaking her quietly. "Molly...Molly? Time to get up come on, its time for diner." After a few more shakes Molly rolled over and opened her eyes, and slowly the tears began to run and Molly busted out into a loud case of the whimpers. And wouldn't you know it moments later Erin's mother came in to assist Erin. "Oh poor baby." Erin's mother cried out rushing over to pick Molly up in her arms. "My dear Erin, don't you know how to wake up a child." Erin rolled her eyes and stood up to face her mother. "Mom she gets like this all the time." "And I can see why, well, come now, diner is ready." Erin's mother exited the room and Erin followed slowly, and anger of tension began to feel her as she quietly closed the door.
They all sat around the feast that was laid before them, it was quiet but the quietness was again interrupted by Erin's mother. "Well then, John would you mind saying a prayer before we dine?" She said in a elegant manner as if to impress some unknown visitor. "Ok...Good gravy good meat good god lets eat." He said a cocky smile on his face. They all let out a small chuckle, except Erin's mother of coarse. She didn't find it entertaining one little bit. "Well lets try to make this dinner a pleasant one, hum. Now John would you do the honors and cut the bird." "My pleasure dear." John replied standing up from his chair. She cleared his throat and picked up the large meat saw that lay between Erin and the turkey. He laid the sharp tips onto the glossy cooked skin of the turkey and flicked the small red button and the saw began to cut through the meat with much ease. "Turn it off..." Erin said under her breath. No one heard her over the load roar of the meat saw. "Turn it off..." She said standing up and leaning forward on the table. "Turn it off! TURN IT OFF!" She yelled loudly putting her hands harshly against her head. She began to sob loudly and she feel to her knees. Molly was now crying and her mother was trying to comfort the confused little infant. Her father quickly turned the saw off and went to support Erin back on her feet. She was still crying and now clearly delirious. She loud out a muffled gasp and spoke once more. "...Turn it...off..." And then everything turned black.