HELP ME

TIME TO GO

Back at home; Charlotte, Kimberley and George were waiting for the arrival of both Mrs. Robinson and her friend. They had cleaned the house and parked everything that they would need at different times. They were all in Charlotte’s bedroom, smartly dressed for the journey. They were eager to leave but yet again they felt sorry for Mrs. Robinson because she would be alone during the difficult time. It was hard for them to accept that she will be fine without anyone in the house; without anyone to talk to, or without anyone to laugh with, or anyone to complain to about life. She was going to be alone.

George made the others busy by telling them his funny stories and jokes.

While George was still entertaining them with his fictions, they heard a car pull up in the drive way. It made quite a noise before engine stopped. The noise of the engine was like a lawnmower and a power generator was on at the same time.

It made George to look outside the window. He then declared unwittingly, “That’s probably our ticket out of here.”

They all walked out of the room and pattered downstairs. Walked to the entrance door, George was in front of them. He opened the door slowly. When he saw Mrs. Robinson getting out of the car, he opened the door widely. They walked outside to welcome her.

A man dressed as a driver also got out of the car. He wore a fine suite with sun glasses. The driver walked towards them and requested, “Are these my passengers?”

Mrs. Robinson agreed, “You are right. They are your passengers.”

The driver removed his sun glasses with his left hand, he extended his right hand to greet them, “ Salutations. I'm Joshua. I'll be your driver for this trip. You can call me Jo.” George also extended his hand. They shook hands. It was a very firm grip. It was like of business partners hand shake.

Kimberley was puzzled. She inquired looking at Mrs. Robinson, “Didn't you say that it would be a she?”

Mrs. Robinson agreed, “Yes. I said it would be a she. But, I didn't say she's the one picking you. She sent a driver to pick you up.”

Kimberley nodded and scoffed, “Are we using that car?” Pointing at the car that parked in there driveway. She pointed at the car in disgust.

Joshua protested, “It appears to be old. But, it's very mighty.” He looked at the car with great affection.

Kimberley walked slowly around the car observing its features.

The car was indeed jalopy. The paint was feint, the rims of the car had rust. Large cracks were running through the windscreen. One headlight was broken. A silver sheet covered the hole on the broken headlight. Copper wires were tide to both sides of the side mirrors; to attach them to the car so that they do not fall.

Charlotte laughed with an inside voice. George, however asked aloud, “Are you sure this car can handle us and our luggage? It doesn't look to be stable.”

Joshua replied with a laugh, “Of course it is. Bring your stuff.”

“Alright,” George slowly answered before going inside.

Mrs. Robinson walked over to were Charlotte was standing.

She assured, “I have bought everything you will need. It's in the boot.”

“Thank you,” Charlotte responded gladly.

“Did you pack everything?” Mrs. Robinson asked.

“Yes. I did pack everything,” Charlotte insisted.

George brought the suitcases outside while the driver was putting them in the car. When the suitcases were put in the car, the driver announced, “Let us harry inside the car. This journey will take approximately 7 hours. If we want to make it before morning, let us start off now!”

Charlotte, Kimberley and George said their farewell and entered the car. The driver ignited the engine, it made quite a racket before droving away.

Mrs. Robinson was waving at the car. When the car was out of sight, she walked inside the house. She sat on the sofa and wept. She was thinking to herself, “I had no other option. This is the only way they will be safe.”

She was in a mess. Her eyes were darkened because of the make-up that was slowly wearing out because she was crying. Her hair was scruffy. She was looking like an insane person. Someone would conclude that Mrs. Robinson was mad after seeing her in that current state.

If someone that knew her was to ask why she was in that condition, and Mrs. Robinson was to reply, “Because I have sent away my children.” That person would ask curiously, “But why did you send them away if you knew that you wouldn't control yourself?”

Mrs. Robinson was now on the floor. She sat down looking at the clock on the wall and kept chanting, “They'll be safe.”