Sunday, May 1, 2011

Where the Heart Is- Lexi's Unfortuante Luck Pgs. 279-285

            I was sitting in the kitchen sorting negatives when I phone rang and I got up and answered it but when I said hello no one answered.  I kind of felt disappointed in a way.  I mean I was not upset to the point where I wanted to cry but I did feel somewhat disappointed.  So I started to go back and try to figure out all this stuff with photography and these negatives.  When the phone rang again but when I answered it none spoke but I heard a faint whisper.  I said “hello” and asked “who is this?” and I got a reply of “Brummett”.  The phone call came from Lexi’s son Brownie and I automatically knew that something was terribly wrong.  Rodger was all I could get out of him.   So I quickly hopped into my car and my usual ten minutes that it takes me to get to her house, I drove it in five! 
When I got there I walked right up to the house and walked in.  The house looked clean and untouched.  When I walked further into the apartment I saw this shadow of a child so I went into the backroom and found the twins huddled together in pillows and quilts.  When I saw them I asked them where their mother was but they said nothing and just clanged onto me.  Then I asked them where the baby was and Cherry pointed to the lump under the covers.  So I walked over and pulled the covers down and the baby was sleeping in a puddle of fresh pee.  After I made sure they were okay I went to go and look for the other to children and Lexi.  I went into Lexi’s room and when I opened the door I found Praline on the ground in the corner completely naked except for gray socks and her hair was wet and plastered to her face.  The poor girl was terrified and then  I saw Brummett trying to open a bottle of child-proof Tylenol.  Then before I could ask where there mother was I saw Lexi.  She was beaten up very badly and I needed to get her help right away. 
            After everyone was taken out of that house and cleaned up and stable again they came and lived with me.  Which I was glad about because I didn’t want that family to get hurt like that ever again.
Pgs. 279-285

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