It was a very hard night and the quiet sound of the silent house was filled with Indianas sweet old man snores. Yet papa snored long and vigorously loud enough to hear from the other side of the top floor.
All the colors coordinated with the furniture new and some classic. It had been three years since Margo promised good times to another boyfriend and middle aged and out of sunk or umph as her mom would say, she often sank in corners of rooms weeping hot tears of failure.
Convinced of the aging process by the looks of her lines and stretch marks she was ready for a another commitment one to go back to her old but happier ways of welless by losing forty pounds and dressing up everyday for kereoke and wine nights at the pizza bar.
Although there wasnt a car or a job anywhere near her season of the uglies, her harsh outlook on life left her with too many lonely nights and weekends. The dead winter ground was dried up outside and there wasn't a warm day in sight.
Her nights were achingly restless. All her joints were crackling as she walked to and from heating bottles up for her 10 month old son Jonah. She had found solace in his face and all his loves for putting everything in one place his mouth.
Dreaming of being a good mom and sister was her values, and coffee. Her knees snapped and popped as she moved and sat down from room to room. The weather was dry and cold without a desert in sight. The streets of cars cramped up around street lights. The traffic through fast food lined and shopping stores decreased while everyone stayed home to shop and save money.
Margo was desensitized her parents ranted. All the blame for her mother's illnesses were caused by her oldest daughters middle age bad choices all without money her dad would say.
Dry mouth, dry skin, creek bones she was turning into the walking dead zombies so popular on television.
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