You will get a wool coat if I find one,” Mom raised her voice, leaving the house and slamming the side door shut. Her mind paced back and forth as she wondered about how to teach her son to be grateful with his current circumstances. Immediately after Mom’s departure, Jacob rushed to the front of the house, peering out the window at Uncle Saul’s conspicuous mansion. He had planned to sprint over to the mansion and ask Uncle Saul for the thirty dollars needed to purchase a wool jacket. Jacob looked out intently for hours, waiting for the fog to roll in so no one would notice him outside.
I decided to cook some breakfast before Anniara got out the shower. I turned around and walked back into Anniara’s room. I banged on the bathroom door. “Anniara open up right now!” She opened the door a moment later, she hadn’t gotten into the shower yet as she was still dry which was perfect. “Put your clothes on” I told her I left the room and grabbed the car keys before walking back to her room.
She stepped of the porch into the house to help the movers by telling them where she wanted the furniture to go. When she stepped into the kitchen she stopped in fright, out of the corner of her eye she swore she saw a human shaped shadow. When she looked over it was gone and a trash can stood in its place. She got her self together walked to the car and grabbed the box full of china that her grandma gave to her on her 16th birthday. She walked across the dining room and sat the box on the table.
Helen put the last plate into the dishwasher and stood up pondering what her daughter had said. “Did you look in the study? With all of these people traipsing back and forth through the house all day he probably hid out on top of your Dads reading chair.” Sonya put her hands on her hips and shook her head no. “I checked the study, all of the bedrooms AND the garage. I don’t think he’s in the house at all.” A small ball of anxiety started to form in the pit of Helen’s stomach.
Skeptical his father pulled up the gravel drive, parked the car, and got out to examine the house. Brady getting out as well followed closely behind his father, as he searched every inch of the house finding nothing of importance. Unconvinced with their son’s story, the couple wrote off his it off as simply a ploy to get their attention for leaving him alone. That night Brady’s mother tucked him in, assuring he was safe inside their house. As she shut the door and walked away she noticed for the first time a set of light scratch marks on her sons door, making her wonder if maybe he was telling the truth, while inside the room Brady was sitting up at the noise of his closet door opening.
Cookie checked the carpet, it was dry. He looked at the clock on the front wall. It was 7:30 PM, too late for most to have dinner. The Puffs always got up early so they went to bed right after dark. He was saddened that there would be no dinner quests tonight at the 'Pickles to Pies ' restaurant.
At first Willy said that they don’t need them there but gave into the suggestion Linda asked. Willy then suddenly asked if there was anything to eat. Linda willfully answered yes and that she would make him a sandwich. Willy refuses it and says to Linda to go to sleep and asks if the boys are in. Linda says that the boys are sleeping; Happy took biff on a date tonight.
He threw his stick back into the corner and turned the frozen door knob, locked. He went out of the garage and opened his main door, did not budge. Perplexed and terrified as he vividly remembered he had left both the locks open, he sprinted to his neighbor's house, old Mrs. Newlan. Not wanting to scare the old lady even more as she had seen her husband pass away in front of her a couple of weeks ago, he decided not to tell her why he was actually there and just tell her that he was visiting. A cup of green tea and a couple of childhood stories later, Connor got a call from his mom to come back home.
It seemed like the only time his parents ever really even looked at him was when he was doing something wrong. It always kind've bothered him --- in the vague way everything his parents did kind've bothered him --- but for once Butters was glad they were so negligent. It was his turn to do this dishes after dinner, and Butters made sure to take his time with it so that he didn't break a plate (two weeks grounded) forget to rearrange the silverware (three weeks grounded) or leave the pantry open (four weeks grounded). Linda and Stephen were sitting in front of the living room TV when he poked his head in, shyly rubbing his knuckles. "I-I'm all done," Butters announced, "H-heading' to bed now.
Bible study ended and Nate returned home with his grandparents by nine p.m. Grandma heated the dinner she had time to make, but they had not found time to eat it as they had been running late for church. Nate pretended he didn't feel well and asked to take a tray to his room. After checking his forehead for a fever and forcing him to take a spoonful of something called Castro Oil, his grandma gave him a tray and sent him upstairs. Instead of going to his room, Nate went to the hiding place in the secret stairs. During the pass twenty four hours he had figured out the pressure point that released the door latch.