Arguments over drumsticks colored our house red over the holidays. Someone always ended up leaving the table with broken teeth. Every birthday, christening, Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter were celebrated at our home. Naturally, because it was the largest and in a painfully dull suburb 20 minutes outside of Manhattan. We were the 4 star hotel for our out of town family members. My parents bought this house when I was half way through elementary school. My father paid in cash. It's on a quiet block overlooking the bay with neat and uniform upper middle class homes. Every house has a veranda and a swimming pool. And, lawns and roses are in a constant, but unspoken competition. Neighbors are greeted with generic "Hi's" which are followed by some rehearsed comment about the weather. Our house has an inviting pull. It's brown, white and old brick, and has carved roses and other floral accents on the main door and shutters.
Break the quiet. Tired of the shouting.
She desperately wanted to get out.
Her silences were always broken by church bells.
Break the quiet. Tired of the shouting.
She desperately wanted to get out.
Her silences were always broken by church bells.
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