“You look like hell.” My mother placed a steaming mug full
of coffee on the kitchen table in front of me.
“Not sleeping?”
“I have a lot on my mind.” My hand wrapped around the mug,
the heat feeling good against my sore joints.
I had needed to get out of the city, away from the noise and
the panic. I needed to feel safe again,
if only for a few minutes. So, I had
hopped the train, and headed back to the suburbs, back to home and family. I knew full well that whatever peace I was
looking to find would only be momentary, a brief reprieve from the hell that
Chicago was becoming, but I didn’t care.
I needed it.
“I…” My mother bit her bottom lip. “I think you should come
stay at home for a while. I don’t like
you being down there all alone.”
My normal reaction would be to remind my mother that I was
an adult, and that I was very capable of taking care of myself. Right now, though? Right now that sounded
like an amazing idea. Maybe, just maybe,
I could find a way to run away from it all.
Maybe I could forget that all my friends were either dead, or missing
and most likely dead.
“I’ll think about it.” I was being honest. “I would have to
square things away with work, and find someone to take care of my place, but…”
I looked at my mother, and saw that she was relieved to see
that I hadn’t instantly shot down her idea.
I ended up staying the night at my parents.
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