It was one of those rare, beautiful days in Oklahoma. The sun was a soft honeycomb color, and wasn’t as scorching and cruel as it usually was. Sally, our Cocker Spaniel, was out in our modest, miniature field. As she was chasing a field mouse, she bumped into Mama, who was carrying laundry to do in the nearby pond.
“Be careful Sally!” chuckled Mama. I heard a sputtering noise coming over from the hill. A brown truck emerged, rumbling on the dust road. “Pa!” I shouted. I waved at him, waiting for attention. Pa waved back at me, but something felt different. Maybe it was the change of wind direction. Or maybe that it smelled like car exhaust. Probably. Pa parked next to the house. He opened the door, and took slow, giant like steps. His face
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You seem upset.” said Mama. She set the laundry down, and reached for Pa’s hand. She placed his palm on her hand, and looked up at him. “Rosemary…” initiated Pa. “It's just that...well…I don’t have a job now.” “How?” “The market didn’t possess any money to pay for me, so they let me go.” Both were silent for a long time. Annie, my little sister, looked at my parents curiously. She walked off the porch, cautious of the steps she was taking. Running and tripping, she eventually caught up to my parents. She hugged Pa’s leg and looked up at both Pa and Mama. “NO JOB?” she shrieked. I swear, this kid has supersonic hearing. “Yes Annie, Pa has no job. But everything will be …show more content…
I’m afraid that Brantley Bank will take away your dwelling.”
“No, NO! This can’t be true!”
“It’s true. You have the next two days to leave, or else…” Mr. Weston then walked away. Mama just stood there, watching the man leave. Pa walked up to her. He snatched the paper from Mama’s hands. He stared at each and every single word. He crumpled it up, and gave it to Sally, who chewed it up right away.
“They are not going to take this house away from us…” he trailed off. He sighed, and started to walk out of the house. He went in his truck, and went on the left dirt road.
Two days passed. I woke up at 8:34 in the morning. Nobody else was awake. I grabbed some oatmeal, poured some water on it, and added two young orange slices on it. Not the best food, but it’s something. As I was eating on our only chair, I heard some knocks on the door. I ate one more bite, and opened the door. This time, there were two men. The same guy as yesterday, and another guy that looked like he was in a hurry. The new guy was an old guy, maybe around 50 years. He had a periwinkle blue suit, with a cream brown hat on. He had a cigar between his teeth.
“Tell your family to get out.” he started. I told Mama and Pa to come over here. They both looked