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About Sue Part 2
Dennis stumbled through the front door first face already rosey from wine.
"Ma? Ma what's wrong?" Dennis asked as he half stumbled to her.
"Get everyone in the kitchen now!" Sue yelled angry tears rolling down her wrinkled face.
Sue waddled back to the kitchen dragging a chair from the dining room to sit in front of her fridge. The remaining four adults slowly came to cram into the small kitchen fighting the food on the counters for personal space.
I'm done. I don't like this. Secrets?! Shanna? All of you just telling me to mind my business and get through the holiday? I'm old, not stupid! Stop treating me like I didn't raise or support all of you! On Christmas of all days! Do you all hate me?! Sue thought wallowing in her confusion and anger she brought her hand up to her mouth as she exhaled.
"Whoa Mom.." Jenna rushed to her mother's side. "What in the world has gotten into you?" She asked holding her hands to her chest.
Sue shook a little and wiped her face as she tried to steady her anger. Sue waved Jenna away and told them all to set the table. Giving up hope. Depression slowly bled through her, replacing most of her fear and anger.
She walked to her table dragging the chair to sit at the head, knowing this would be the last time she saw her family together in one place. Worry filled her as she doubted it would be worth looking back on while she drifted to her eternal life. I should of died last Christmas. Nothing is how it should be. My life's ending chapter is demeaning, pitiful even... Why am I being punished?
It seemed like forever for her family to organize themselves with the food around the table and Sue was grateful for the window to breath lost in thought.
Everyone eventually sat, sparsely speaking. All except Lyra and Shanna we're accounted for.
Sue reached across the table from her chair and strained to get to her bottle of wine. She poured a large glass and sipped it. Slowly Jenna, Dennis, and Lorren found their voices again.
"Momma? ….Why does Shanna look so scary now?" Lorren asked turning towards her mother. Feet swinging slowly in front of her. Jenna...
"Ma? Ma what's wrong?" Dennis asked as he half stumbled to her.
"Get everyone in the kitchen now!" Sue yelled angry tears rolling down her wrinkled face.
Sue waddled back to the kitchen dragging a chair from the dining room to sit in front of her fridge. The remaining four adults slowly came to cram into the small kitchen fighting the food on the counters for personal space.
I'm done. I don't like this. Secrets?! Shanna? All of you just telling me to mind my business and get through the holiday? I'm old, not stupid! Stop treating me like I didn't raise or support all of you! On Christmas of all days! Do you all hate me?! Sue thought wallowing in her confusion and anger she brought her hand up to her mouth as she exhaled.
"Whoa Mom.." Jenna rushed to her mother's side. "What in the world has gotten into you?" She asked holding her hands to her chest.
Sue shook a little and wiped her face as she tried to steady her anger. Sue waved Jenna away and told them all to set the table. Giving up hope. Depression slowly bled through her, replacing most of her fear and anger.
She walked to her table dragging the chair to sit at the head, knowing this would be the last time she saw her family together in one place. Worry filled her as she doubted it would be worth looking back on while she drifted to her eternal life. I should of died last Christmas. Nothing is how it should be. My life's ending chapter is demeaning, pitiful even... Why am I being punished?
It seemed like forever for her family to organize themselves with the food around the table and Sue was grateful for the window to breath lost in thought.
Everyone eventually sat, sparsely speaking. All except Lyra and Shanna we're accounted for.
Sue reached across the table from her chair and strained to get to her bottle of wine. She poured a large glass and sipped it. Slowly Jenna, Dennis, and Lorren found their voices again.
"Momma? ….Why does Shanna look so scary now?" Lorren asked turning towards her mother. Feet swinging slowly in front of her. Jenna...
