Marilyn
For the next three days, she saw those two boys get home from school and run off to check the mailbox. She knew they were looking for a new phone to arrive, they’d not once coughed up the truth of what they’d done. That they’d told Calvin everything about that trip, and with that old phone gone she wondered if they actually thought they'd gotten away with it. There would be no conversation thread on a new phone.
Now it was Friday afternoon, and they’d just come back from checking the mail. Her two children were now standing before her in her writing studio. She’d never actually hidden that phone. It was where she’d left it on Tuesday morning, on the corner of her desk. They’d just not come in here during the past three days was all. Now they were in here and both of them could s
