Chpt. 2 - Help from above

Charging haphazardly down the staircase Ginger spun around the corner in the hall and landed nimbly in the kitchen, earning her more than just the normal odd, but knowing stare from her mother. Suddenly Ginger's mind raced,

'oh no, what if mom asks me what's going on, what am I gonna tell her, I'm a horrible liar...'

Her thoughts trailed onward, neverceasingly, as she stood in the doorway to the kitchen, seemingly frozen in place. The odd stare on her mothers place faded quickly, only to be replaced by a look of understanding, as if she had complete knowledge of the situation, before she turned back to peeling potatos with the small knife in her hand. Sighing inwardly with releif at the sight that her mother wasn't going to bother her she reached out to grab the phone, the reason she had come down to begin with. Yet she didn't have the chance to even take the phone in her hand before the voice of her mother rang out from across the kitchen for the first time since she had entered.

"Don't you think you should let Carl and Blake work things out on their own? It's never a good idea to get between two people who are fighting, but in love."

Ginger's Jaw seemed to hit the floor with her mother's everyday sounding comment. The way she spoke it made it sound like the boys had been together for years an out in the open the whole time. How could she possibly have know? The words seemed to spill out of her mouth without much thought.

"But...how?...you...them..." She was cut short by the voice of her mother as she yet again turned to face the young red head.

"Ging," She smiled that smile that only a mother can accomplish and shooke her head slightly, "I'm a mom, it's just what I do. Paying attention to you kids lives and making sure you don't get hurt is what I do."

She looked a her daughter with all the love it seemed she could muster and yet again spread her mother's smile across her face. It was only then that Ginger realized her mother error. It was certain that the boys were together and were happy being so, but there was one thing her Lois had cermised that was all to far from the truth.

"Mom," Ginger began gently, "Carl and Blake aren't fighting. Blake's parents have forribiden him to see Carl."

A look of shock registered on Lois' face to match that one her eldest child had given her earlier. It had never occured to her that there was an outside force causeing the trouble between the two boys. Placeing her knife and potato down on the counter she began to calmly wash her hands, or so it appeared. Turning suddenly on Ginger there was no anger in her face, but the resentment could be heard clearly in her voice.

"Keeping them apart are they...How DARE they...I'm gonna go over there right now and give those stuck up bastards a piece of my mind... the day they hurt a child is the day I take off their heads..."

Grabbing her keys, Lois slammed the back door on her way from the kitchen. From inside Ginger could her her mother muttering to herself as she walked around to the car, got in, started the motor, and peeled out of the driveway in search of the Grippling household. Shaking her head in disbelife at what had just happened she remebered suddenly what she had come down for. Picking up the phone and dialing the numbers automatically she began to think.

'Just incase mom's harping doesn't get us anywhere...I'd better have a backup in store...'

Well, that's all for now, tell me what you think and I'll keep writing, thanx for your loyalty to my cause. Latta

MK