I looked around in my mother’s greyish station wagon, and waited until she came out. She had gone into a store to buy some yarn to weave a blanket for someone close to her. Finally she came out with the wool bags and got into the car..
“What took you so long?” I ask, trying to keep a calm tone.,” said her mom.
“Well, Sally, a woman needs to take her time while looking for her materials.” Mother says calmly.
“I-I. I knew that!” I said in an angry tone and folded my arms.
“Well, we need to go home. The dogs can’t feed themselves, right?” Mother chuckles trying to change the subject. “Okay. Fine, I will feed the dogs when WE get home. Okay?” I say with blankness.
When we get home, I get the dog food and pour it into our dogs dishes.
“Mother, I have a question.” I say with curiosity.
“Sure, what is it Sally?” Mother asks sweetly as can be while she starts to make lunch.
