On My Honor
“"Joel, where are you?" Joel lay on his back in the middle of his bed staring at the darkened light fixture. The shadow of the fixture stretched across his ceiling like an elasticized gray spider and bent down the wall. When he had first lain down on the bed, the shadow had been a small blob right next to the light.
"Joel, are you up there?" came his father's voice again, and Joel shook his head slowly from side to side.
No, he wasn't up here. He wasn't anywhere. Hadn't Mrs. Zabrinsky to...ld his father that? All afternoon the telephone had rung at frequent intervals. Then the doorbell. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Knock, knock, rattle, rattle. First Bobby calling, obviously sent across the street by Mrs. Zabrinsky, then Mrs. Zabrinsky herself. "Joel! Tony!" But the house key was in Joel's pocket, and no one could get in ... except his parents when they got home from work. They had their own keys. Joel had lain there through the long afternoon and waited for one of them to get home.MoreLess
"Joel, are you up there?" came his father's voice again, and Joel shook his head slowly from side to side.
No, he wasn't up here. He wasn't anywhere. Hadn't Mrs. Zabrinsky to...ld his father that? All afternoon the telephone had rung at frequent intervals. Then the doorbell. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Knock, knock, rattle, rattle. First Bobby calling, obviously sent across the street by Mrs. Zabrinsky, then Mrs. Zabrinsky herself. "Joel! Tony!" But the house key was in Joel's pocket, and no one could get in ... except his parents when they got home from work. They had their own keys. Joel had lain there through the long afternoon and waited for one of them to get home.MoreLess
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