Lit in Progress

Francis came in to tense silence. She had heard that term before, ‘tense silence,’ but always thought it a bit dramatic. It wasn’t. She set her keys and purse on the kitchen table, with a thud. She looked at the three children sitting there, and her husband Adam looking up toward her. She pressed her lips together.

“We got it. Y’all can stay with us, now,” she said, squeezing Sarahbeth’s shoulder. Sarabeth, the oldest at eight, nodded and kept her eyes on the macaroni and cheese. The middle boy smiled; the baby started to cry.

Jerry Wollser– needs to find a job
Francis Kittersley – taking care of her grandkids and goes to court tomorrow for custody
–Brenda