We continue our story.
The frantic mother knocked at her son's bedroom door. "Johnny, where the hell are you? " she screamed.
"What are you bothering me for I'm all right," came a hostile reply.
"Im not bothering you, I just want to know why you're not at breakfast this morning",enquired his frustrated mother.
"I'm alright mom."he muttered
"Aren't you coming for breakfast Johnny, just let me know, and if not why?" she asked sternly.
"Look mom, I'm not hungry, you all can go ahead and eat." he calmy replied.
"No, no, you're going to come out of that room and find yourself at the dining table to have breakfast with us ok." she ordered. Johnny effortlessly opened his bedroom door and made his way to the dining room.
Sherry motioned her husband to the dining table. He got up quietly and joined the rest of the family. Kim, the more demure member of the familysat in her accustomed position so as to avoid her father's direct stare. Charles suddenly broke the silence between him and his son. "What time is your basketball practice today son?" he asked matter-of-factly.
"Six 'o clock," he replied tersely.
"Ok, by that time my football game on TV should be over and I'll come to see you play." his father stated.
"Thanks Daddy," Johnny responded.
A restless Sherry was not satisfied as she thought she did not get her questiion answered as to why her son had'nt turned up for breakfast voluntarily. Johnny was a voracious eater. Why was he late for breakfast? Why did she have to coax him to participate in something he sometimes overdid.? Sherry had to get down to the bottom of it. She wrestled in her mind as to whom she should turn to for answers. she thought if she asked Kim, there wasn't much she would learn. Charles , she thought would give her his favorite response,"Ask your son, he is intelligent enough to tell you." So the doors all seemed closed.
This mother was not going to give up. That's not who she is. As long as she wanted a question answered, it must be answered. The day went along as usual. Stella came in at 11am. and started the laundry. Kim was always happy to see her. She found in her someone she could converse with quite easily.They both nestled in the laundry room. Johnny, on the other had returned to him room, grabbed his cell phone and surfed the web. His mother retired to her room and called a few friends from the land phone. Charles returned to the living room and watched football on the giant-sized set sitting atop an ornate stand.
Sherry hurriedly came out of her bedroom and flew to Johnny's room. She was infuriated that she got no answer to Johnny's apparent tardy appearance for breakfast.. She pounded on his door. Johnnyjumped fro his bed and quickly opened the door. "Mom, what's wrong?"he asked . "Oh, you don't know what's wrong, stop pretending. "Pretending about what?" asked her befuddled son. "Now look, tell me straight,tell me what's going on?" cried a desperate mother.
"What's going on with what mom?" asked a more confused son.
"Why were you late for breakfast?" Sherry bellowed.
"Ok, ok , ok, I'll tell you but promise me one thing." Johnny replied.
"Promise you what!" shouted his mother.
To be continued.
The frantic mother knocked at her son's bedroom door. "Johnny, where the hell are you? " she screamed.
"What are you bothering me for I'm all right," came a hostile reply.
"Im not bothering you, I just want to know why you're not at breakfast this morning",enquired his frustrated mother.
"I'm alright mom."he muttered
"Aren't you coming for breakfast Johnny, just let me know, and if not why?" she asked sternly.
"Look mom, I'm not hungry, you all can go ahead and eat." he calmy replied.
"No, no, you're going to come out of that room and find yourself at the dining table to have breakfast with us ok." she ordered. Johnny effortlessly opened his bedroom door and made his way to the dining room.
Sherry motioned her husband to the dining table. He got up quietly and joined the rest of the family. Kim, the more demure member of the familysat in her accustomed position so as to avoid her father's direct stare. Charles suddenly broke the silence between him and his son. "What time is your basketball practice today son?" he asked matter-of-factly.
"Six 'o clock," he replied tersely.
"Ok, by that time my football game on TV should be over and I'll come to see you play." his father stated.
"Thanks Daddy," Johnny responded.
A restless Sherry was not satisfied as she thought she did not get her questiion answered as to why her son had'nt turned up for breakfast voluntarily. Johnny was a voracious eater. Why was he late for breakfast? Why did she have to coax him to participate in something he sometimes overdid.? Sherry had to get down to the bottom of it. She wrestled in her mind as to whom she should turn to for answers. she thought if she asked Kim, there wasn't much she would learn. Charles , she thought would give her his favorite response,"Ask your son, he is intelligent enough to tell you." So the doors all seemed closed.
This mother was not going to give up. That's not who she is. As long as she wanted a question answered, it must be answered. The day went along as usual. Stella came in at 11am. and started the laundry. Kim was always happy to see her. She found in her someone she could converse with quite easily.They both nestled in the laundry room. Johnny, on the other had returned to him room, grabbed his cell phone and surfed the web. His mother retired to her room and called a few friends from the land phone. Charles returned to the living room and watched football on the giant-sized set sitting atop an ornate stand.
Sherry hurriedly came out of her bedroom and flew to Johnny's room. She was infuriated that she got no answer to Johnny's apparent tardy appearance for breakfast.. She pounded on his door. Johnnyjumped fro his bed and quickly opened the door. "Mom, what's wrong?"he asked . "Oh, you don't know what's wrong, stop pretending. "Pretending about what?" asked her befuddled son. "Now look, tell me straight,tell me what's going on?" cried a desperate mother.
"What's going on with what mom?" asked a more confused son.
"Why were you late for breakfast?" Sherry bellowed.
"Ok, ok , ok, I'll tell you but promise me one thing." Johnny replied.
"Promise you what!" shouted his mother.
To be continued.