I looked the apartment where I had spent most my life. The window was open and sounds the street mixed the talk show the radio that my mother always kept It seemed that she had even turned the volume to get his mind the fact that I was leaving. She sat her favorite chair, the one I had had to fix least twice a year as long as I remember. Who would fix it now? I wondered absently.
The doorbell rang and my sister entered waiting someone to let her
You sure picked a good day going south, she yelled her shoulder me as she put the sack groceries she was carrying the table. Arizona couldnt be any hotter than New York today.
Nobody replied. Thee heat and the occasion had made us quiet. Eleanor continued her monologue. Where is Sara? When is she coming? She should be here now. Did she talk you this morning, Mama?
The direct question forced Mama to look my sister. first she just nodded her head, but then added, She said shed be here now.