A Novel by Hope Mueller
from commune to corner office…
2:00 a.m. There it is. The sounds.
The lurching, urging sounds coming from Mom’s room. Again.Frantic groans, oaths of intimacy, and the thumping of the headboard against the wall. Micah slams open my bedroom door and commands, “Get up!” I sit up and blink at her.
“We are not going to tolerate this anymore.” The hate gleams in her eyes.“Not again. Not tonight. Today is the last day we are going to wake up to this.”