"No." She answers. "Not yet. He might not be coming home today. He said he was calling you. Why didn't you pick up your phone?"
Phone? "I did not hear it ring." I respond solemnly.
"Gweneth, look at me. Talk to me. What is wro—
"I'm tired. I'm going to go up to my room." I cut in. Standing up, taking my bag and going to my room. I'm tired of all the questions.
All the talk. Why do that when they will not understand at the end of the day?
She blocks me, holding my hand. "You have not answered my question." She presses.
I look straight at her. "I will. When Dad returns." I sidestepped her and climb up the wooden stairs. A couple up, and I turn back to tell her. "Do not call me for dinner or anything. I do not want to be disturbed." Mom just stared at me speechless with her mouth opening and moving with no words coming out.
It is unlike her as she always cynically knows what to say and tries to push for answers. Perhaps it is the look in my eyes that deterred her.
