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This one's for you, Treblemaker. I basically made it as an explanation for why the main character's mother died. You can take it the way you want to, but I think it has a couple of clues. Tell me how it is! I hope it isn't too awful. 

To me, women are the calm before the storm, the moment of peace before the whirlwind hits; a silence; a clash of sound and then, a celebration.

THE LIGHTS IN the old school gymnasium were on, a sure sign of habitation. I knew this, after a long, hard year of working there, cleaning and waxing the floor, and making sure that the stands were free of dust.