Evelyn sometimes thought she had left her husband after almost thirty years of
marriage because she didn't want to be a cliche. Friends blamed "mid-life
crisis," but she was too old for that. Didn't it hit in the late thirties or at
the magic four-oh?
A witch lived disguised as a mother. Only people with special
vision could see she was a witch, for she was very clever. She knew
how to hide her true self from her husband. She hid her self from her
children. So clever was this witch, she even hid who she really was
from her self.
I look at Bobby and wonder if he told his father about the cave he and I
explored yesterday. We did it quickly, while everyone else was busy. He said
he found it while riding his bike. He desperately wanted to show it to me. I
let him. Bobby is nine, Lori is six, Eric is five. They're great together, and
they're great with me. Someday I'm going to have kids just like these. I've been their
sitter for a year now, mostly after school. It's about the only structured
thing I do.
He stood in front of Angela's house, shaking with anticipation, trying
to compose his thoughts. He glanced at his watch. It was nearly
noon. Since June she had been on her summer break from teaching at
Northridge Elementary. Though he knew she might not be home when he
arrived, he desperately hoped to find her apron-clad in the kitchen or
puttering away in the garden in the backyard.