Nothing disturbed Mother’s slumber.
I figured her medicines must be really
heavy-duty anti-depressants. Mrs Eames
was long gone. She’d promised to come
and check on us next morning. I felt
nervous. Mother might have a full-blown
psychotic episode. I wouldn’t know what
to do. I held my breath, and listened hard,
for the sound of her feet coming
downstairs. Nothing happened. I told
William it was time for bed. We both crept
past Mother’s room. She was like an
unexploded bomb. I closed my door as
quietly as possible. I lay on my bed, fully
dressed. The blood pounded in my ears.
Silence. Slowly, my eyes grew heavy,
my muscles relaxed. I slept.