Standing on tip toes on an old stump was a troll. Not a mean, fierce, drooling kind of troll ... more of a gentler and wiser kind. He was trying to peek in the kitchen window of the house next to the woods where he lived. The house was really not all that special. It was a two story colonial with country blue paint that was peeling slightly. It was a warm morning in late July. Mrs. Sagal was cooking breakfast as her daughter, Lucinda sat at the kitchen table looking at a magazine. “What do you want with your eggs?” asked Mrs. Sagal. Lucinda didn't answer. “Lucinda! What do you want with your eggs?” Lucinda looked up and said, “Toast would be fine.” Her mom had already finished the bacon so breakfast was just about ready. Lucinda’s dad had not yet come downstairs from getting ready for work. Dr. Steve Sagal was an obstetrician (a baby doctor) and had a busy day ahead of him. He was in a terrible hurry to leave for work. Mrs. Sagal put the plate down in front of Lucinda and said, “Eat up! We’ll be leaving soon for the grocery store.” Lucinda moved the eggs around on her plate. Then she picked up the toast, put jelly on it and took a bite. Just then her dad ran down the stairs, grabbed a piece of toast and shot out the front door. “Bye Dad!” Lucinda called, but he didn’t hear. He was already halfway to his car. His used car that seemed to always break down at all the wrong times. Right after moving to Oakwood the engine overheated and he had to spend a lot of money to get it back on the road. And then he had a flat tire. But he needed his car so he had to spend the money. “Dad’s in a hurry this morning," said Lucinda. “Yes,” said her mom. “He has several appointments this morning. It's his first real busy day since we moved to ... ... middle of paper ... ...n lurking around town. I don’t know.” Then Ambur started to fidget even more. He took out his pipe and rubbed it clean. He kicked the dirt off his shoes. Then he looked at Lucinda. “First of all, I'm not that old. But that's okay, try to be there. You don’t know how important this is. Bring your mom if you must. You won’t bring anyone else?” “No, Ambur, just mom.” “Don’t bring your dad,” said Ambur. “I have a hard time getting comfortable with males. Must be a territorial issue or something. I don’t know. Just can’t get used to males in general. Don’t get me wrong … I’m going to meet your dad. I’m sure he’s a great guy. Just not yet.” “Okay,” said Lucinda. Then she said, “Can I bring my sister?” “Nooo Luce … just you and your mom. I’ll meet your sister later. You’re giving me a headache! Please, just try to be there at 1:30 okay?” “Okay, Ambur,” said Lucinda.
After they finished eating, George went back inside and called McClean and told him everything was alright. David McClean was shocked by this call and asked if he could come by to take a look at the nursery. George agreed and David was at the house in no time. David walked into the nursery
“Sure. Thank you,” Mrs. Whitmore said. She waved good-bye and shut the door, then listened. When she heard only giggles, she relaxed her shoulders, and went into the kitchen to start on the cookies. When they were finished, she brought the plate up with two glasses of milk to Lucy-Lou’s room. The girls had stopped giggling, and Sarah was sitting across from Lucy-Lou on the other side of the room.
“Well please be careful and please stay with the rest of the group so you don 't get lost! And I hope you have a fun time there.”
She ran down the stairs to put her bags in the car. She looked around for her mother but she was no where in sight. Poor, naive little girl doesn’t she know the real monster her mother is? She greeted her best friend and got in the car.
"Mom, I'm so glad that you're awake." Becca cried, she maneuvered around her mother's I.V's wrapping her arms around her. Becca pulled back from her mother, she pulled out the chair under the desk and took a seat then placed her hands over her mom's.
Ralph placed his grocery items on the counter carefully, making sure the eggs were put down gently, so that they didn’t crack. He was supposed to be hurrying, as his parents had invited him over for dinner, and his father had always lectured him on the importance of punctuality. He just wasn’t in the mood to spend Saturday evening with his parents, and quite frankly he wasn’t sure they wanted to either.
She walked down the stairs quickly to see her steaming hot bacon, sizzling on the plate. Her younger brother, George, was already eating his pancakes with butter layered smoothly on top. Harmony’s mom was sitting at the table asking Harmony to sit down so she won't be late
“ Kate what is taking your sister so long?” Mom asked as I got in the car.
He put the eggs on his kids plates just as the toast got done. While his kids ate their food John went to go get ready. It didn’t take him long to get ready because he had his clothes sprawled out on his old, stained carpet. After he was done and the kids were done eating they went to go get in their old Honda. They didn’t live far from church as they tried to be as close as possible. As they we driving down the road he started to wonder if people here were going to be the same as they were in his old town. If they were going to hate him and mistreat
The rain was pouring outside. It was another long day, and Paul was getting nauseous. He had to stay late at the nurse's office again. “There’s nothing I can do,” the impolite nurse proclaimed. Paul was about to ask her to call his mother when she slammed the door shut. Paul’s phone was dead and no one was left. He then looked outside to see the golden ticket home that was the bus. It’s better than walking home, Paul thought to himself.
“That’s a good idea sweety, we should go as a family soon.” Answered the mom as she pondered a good time to go.
It was all they could do to nod dumbly. They hadn’t understood a word of what he said was prepared, but it sounded like a marked improvement from the mushy, gray, porridge-type liquid that they were forced to swallow back home. Together they headed to the dining room for their meal. Everything was laid out perfectly for them. The food was served right under their noses, steaming hot. Looking at each other, they started to grin. It had just dawned on them that they might as well become accustomed to this lavish lifestyle… they were going to be living in this manner for quite some time.
Lucinda got up early as she normally did. She got dressed and peeked in Jackie’s room (still asleep as usual) and then went downstairs. She fixed a bowl of cereal and went to the back porch to sit and eat. When she stepped out on the porch she found her dad already there strumming his guitar. He paused when Lucinda came out.
“That’s a good idea sweety, we should go as a family soon.” answered the mom as she pondered a good time to go.