Molly heard her mother’s car pull into the driveway. She closed her math book and ran to the front door. The two hours she spent between the end of school and the time her mom came back home from work were always lonely.
She met her mother at the front door.
“Hi Mom!” She gave her a hug.
“Hey sweetie.” She set down her purse and her keys. “What are you doing?”
“Well go finish it up and we’ll watch a movie when you’re done, okay?”
Molly was about to head back to her room when the door opened again. Her mother came in, again. “Hi, Molly!” She joined the first in the kitchen — two carbon copies of each other. They didn’t see each other or seem to know the other was there, but they kept talking cheerfully to her. And then a third came in. And a fourth.
Molly crept slowly back to her room. The kitchen was full of their happy talk, all their words running over each other. She hated nights when this happened. She slid under her bed and put her hands over her ears. She hated what came next.
Nathan Ballingrud is the author of The Strange, Wounds, and North American Lake Monsters
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