She walked in and after a quick hug hello I asked. I just had to. I couldn’t wait another minute since the discovery I made while she was at work.
“So I was cleaning under the sink today,” as her eyes widen. “And I found a few broken mugs and a bowl.” I pause to see if she reacts. Besides the larger-than-usual look in her eyes and a tinge of obvious guilt, nothing. “Know anything about them?”
She walks past me and heads for the stairs.
She turns and stomps back towards me.
“Did you put them there?”
“No.” Straight faced.
“No, I didn’t.”
We live alone, besides our cat.
“So, what, the cat broke some mugs and a plate and hid them under the sink?”
“Maybe I should be having this conversation with the cat?”
Still nothing. She looks away. I can’t let this go, not because I had any real emotional attachment to the kitchenware, but because I have to understand why someone who was well over the age of ten would hide something she broke.
“Why did you hide them?”
“Then who did?”
“I dunno.” This is the girl I chose?
This is easily the weirdest thing she’s done. I can’t figure it out.
“Could you please, please tell me why you stuffed them under the sink? I mean, if you didn’t want me to find out, why hide them? Why not just throw them out?”
She looks away again like a scolded child.
“So you didn’t do it. You didn’t break these.”
“No,” but this time in a low voice.
“Okay then. I guess it will remain a mystery.”
“Yup.” She walked back up the stairs.
I dropped the shards into the trash as I heard the shower turn on.
I really liked this… I’m trying to figure out the dynamic, but I like the mystery of it. Any chance this is part of something bigger? I’d love to get to know these two more!
I enjoyed this one, it leaves you wondering.
Well, I’m on the edge of my seat and …….