Chapter 4

The War on the Home Front

Back at home, Henry was finishing his chores so he could go take another look at the book he stole. He heard the front door open in the living room and footsteps walking into the dining room. Assuming it was Brain he said " Hey, You ready to take a look at that cool book we stole?" Looking up he saw, not Brain, but his mother standing in the kitchen with a look that could kill. "WHAT WAS THAT YOU JUST SAID!" "Mom, what a um pleasant… surprise" Henry said rather nervously" "HENRY JOSEPH ALEXANDER, JUST WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING! STEALING! THAT'S ALWAYS HOW IT STARTS, FIRST SOMETHING SMALL, NEXT THING YOU KNOW YOU'RE DOING DRUGS AND COMMITING MURDER! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT!" Henry knew there was know way he could talk his way out of this one. She had him trapped and she was moving in for the kill. "HENRY, YOU ARE NOT TO LEAVE YOUR ROOM, USE THE PHONE, COMPUTER, WATCH TV, OR HAVE ANYONE OVER UNTIL I SAY SO. NO VIDEO GAMES AND IF YOU PUT ONE TOE OUT OF LINE YOU WILL GO A WEEK WITHOUT ELECTRICITY!" Henry had never seen his mom this mad before and thought any argument at this point would only push her over the edge. At least she didn't mention calling Brain's parents" Henry thought. " AND ANOTHER THING, I'M GOING TO CALL BRIAN'S PARENTS AND YOU ARE GOING TO APPOLOGIZE FOR BEING SUCH A ROTTEN INFLUENCE ON THEIR SON.