It had been a nice enough drive. He actually wanted to drive this time instead of stalking through the woods in search of tree gates. Somehow, it felt more official. Getting in the truck and going to see Mom. And it wasn't like he was alone! So after a couple of hours of loud, terrible-on-purpose singing, they arrived.
Maurice ducked quickly onto the porch and crouched down to get the key out from under the little stone cherub seated on the front step. Margret had left a pot of soup on the counter for them and a detailed feeding schedule for the cats--all of which seemed to be piled on Maurice's parents' bed. A god in the house? Pfffff. They were cats.
And what did you do when your parents weren't home and wouldn't be home for quite some time? CHECK OUT WHERE THE FUCK THEY HID THE CHRISTMAS PRESENTS. That was their current quest. He had to know what his folks were getting the kids so he could get some idea of what they even liked these days. He hadn't seen them in forever.
Maurice steadied himself on the wooden attic ladder. It creaked under his boots and he bit his lip.
"Y'know, I don't think this thing is gonna handle me...she always makes Dad squirrel around up there."
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It had been a nice enough drive. He actually wanted to drive this time instead of stalking through the woods in search of tree gates. Somehow, it felt more official. Getting in the truck and going to see Mom. And it wasn't like he was alone! So after a couple of hours of loud, terrible-on-purpose singing, they arrived.
Maurice ducked quickly onto the porch and crouched down to get the key out from under the little stone cherub seated on the front step. Margret had left a pot of soup on the counter for them and a detailed feeding schedule for the cats--all of which seemed to be piled on Maurice's parents' bed. A god in the house? Pfffff. They were cats.
And what did you do when your parents weren't home and wouldn't be home for quite some time? CHECK OUT WHERE THE FUCK THEY HID THE CHRISTMAS PRESENTS. That was their current quest. He had to know what his folks were getting the kids so he could get some idea of what they even liked these days. He hadn't seen them in forever.
Maurice steadied himself on the wooden attic ladder. It creaked under his boots and he bit his lip.
"Y'know, I don't think this thing is gonna handle me...she always makes Dad squirrel around up there."