‘ Hello I'm Rose Young Harris....-Oh, no. wrong, wrong.’ - She talks to herself in the mirror.
‘ I can't start my seminar at school like this’.
‘They already know your name darling. Why don't you just jump right to the subject’ - Says her mother Emily.
‘Mom I can't do this. Gee... is disgusting enough to have to dissect frogs in class and now this’.
‘Do I really have to ?’
‘Yes you have to Rose. Come on, it is just an Abraham Lincoln biography. consider yourself lucky enough’.After all what you had in mind ?’
‘But it was just a graffiti. It is art you know’. Rose have her hands on her hips and taping her right foot in the ground. Making a very serious face like this will get her out of trouble. Again.
‘It is considered art by some people you know?’
- Oh really "Banksy" ? - Emily quotes with fingers in the air.Emily always with her lovely smile and patience to deal with teenagers, like no other mother ever had. Her beautiful smile makes her gorgeous 35-year-old face look younger and the modern clothes Emily uses in a ‘grunge’ way,makes them both look like sisters talking instead of mother and daughter.
‘ Look Rose, you was the smart pants to Graffiti "Rust never sleeps" in the girls bathroom.Not me’.
The young girl Rose looked very much like her mother. Pretty blue eyes ,a little bit of freckles and red hair in all its glory.
She gazes at herself in the mirror and comb the long hair like she doesn't care. Not one tiny bit.
‘Oh..., Like it is my fault that my mom is a hard core Neil Young fan ?’
Well, you can pretty much say that Rose was looking for trouble right now.
When a mother has to educate her child it is exactly here that the line should be drawn. And Rose crossed the line.
‘You gotta be kidding me. You are the only redhead in the school. Don't push my buttons today young lady. ‘And besides it was my favorite lipstick you stole from my purse to make "art".
The change of tone of voice is enough for Rose to know that she was out of line and then her cheeks are flushed with shame.
Emily turn back as she approached the door.
‘And we will talk about my lipstick later. You're so in trouble. She closes the door with a smile on her face thinking: ‘ She's just like her mother. I'm so proud of myself.’
Emily goes downstairs as she hears a car approaching the house.
“It must be Michael and Daisy back from the mall’.
Daisy is their five years old daughter. Emily always wanted to have a house full of girls like the Little house on the prairie TV series, that she loved so much as a kid. Naming the girls after flowers was Michael's idea.
“Rose and Daisy, my little flowers” - He used to say all the time.
Michael is a very loving father, a perfect husband, tall and lean with grey hair. You can pretty much say that they are the perfect couple. You can see that they love each other. They are the kind of a married couple anyone envies.
Emily opens the front door and Michael is taking Daisy from the boosters sit. He slams the green Land Rover's door and he doesn't look very well. He seems upset in a way.
‘What is it Michael? You seem worried what happened?
Emily knows her husband very well to know when something bad is distressing him, and this time the expression on his face has really took away the peace she was feeling in this very ordinary morning.
‘Ariel of course. My little sister bothering me again. We had a fight.’
‘So you did not go shopping with Daisy?" You both supposed to go out and have fun’.
‘Well... I haven't seen my sister in months -He answers putting Daisy in Emily's arms.He was feeling that the little girl had already noticed his affliction.
‘But you know Ariel. That's just the way she is. We sit for five minutes and you know what happens’.
"We had a fight".
‘She knows that we are going to Minnesota. By the way. It was you that told her don't you?’ - He says as he walks to the kitchen. with his hands wiping the sweat from his forehead and moving back and forth while he spoke, Michael only made Emily more and more worried. She had not seen her husband like this for a long time.
‘YES. I told her.’ - Emily answer with a quiet voice trying not to wake Daisy that is almost sleep.
‘Look. Put one thing in your head once and for all. She is your sister for Christ sake. ``"Your not suppose to ride stuff like this from her". - She says frowning with her hands, Emily cover Daisy's ears and at the same time gives soft pats on her back to see that she falls asleep.
"You know how nosy she is Emily. I am her big brother, not the other way around. she is always telling me what to do, how to “behave”, What is best for me or not. I'm 35 years old, you know ?"
" I can see that You are." - she stared at him.
"Buy the way. You have grey hair now." - She smiles.
"You're changing the subject here young lady?"
Michael had to admit one thing. He can never get pissed off with Emily.
" Baby, I love her. She is my friend OK. - Emily touch his face lovingly trying to calm him down..
"Do not say bad things about your sister."
"Honey have you packed up ?" Michael calms down as Emily still touching his soft grey hair.
-"I'm doing it. Slowly but I am."And I guess this is how you end a quarrel.The phone rings and Michael picks it up in a hurry.
" Yes" - He answer the call with a smile on his face.He answers the phone already looking much calmer now. Emily really knows which buttons to push so everyone in the house stays on the line.
A man with a raspy voice on the Telephone ask Michael : " Don't I told you to leave town? My patience with you is running short Michael... I mean very,very short." - Michael can hear the man breathing deep on the other side of the line. And this is more than enough to take away the stupid smile out of his face.
His voice is deep , serious and could not be more terrifying than this. A voice that could make fire freeze.
" I... I 'm doing as I was told to. And don't call me in my house again." - He glances over his shoulder looking Emily in the eyes. Almost dropping a tear.
On the other end of the line, the raspy voiced man hang up the phone, "gently". In a very creepy way. Michael hears the handset making a : "CLICK".
" Michael what the fuck was that?"- Emily gets irritated.
"Who is it?" -She asks noticing that things are not "OK".
"Go pack our things. NOW !!!"
The fear in Michael's eyes was such, that Emily did not dare to do any more questions. She ran up the stairs with Daisy in her arms calling for Rose.
"Rose ! Help me pack."
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