screams stuck in my throat and tears froze behind my
eyes.
"Hang it up properly," Uncle Jacob instructed.
"I'm waitin' on an important call."
I cradled the receiver with my back to him and
walked out of the living room quickly, not glancing at
Aunt Sara either.
"Just a minute, there," Uncle Jacob growled.
"Get yourself right back in here, young lady." I sucked in my breath, turned, and marched
back. My heart thudded madly, drumming out a tune
of fright in my ribcage.
"Yes sir?"
"It's proper to thank people when you use their
things. Sara ain't your secretary."
"I'm sorry. Thank you, Aunt Sara."
"You're welcome, dear. Is everything all right
with HaiIle?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Good."
"Humph," Uncle Jacob grunted.
"I'll bring you a glass of hot milk tonight," she
offered. "You don't have to do that, Aunt Sara." "I always brought Laura a glass of warm milk. I
bring one to May as well." Her huge scared eyes
stared woefully at me. I glanced at Uncle Jacob. He
looked ready to pounce.
"Oh, then thank you, Aunt Sara."
Her face brightened, the darkness evaporating
from her eyes. I forced a smile and hurried up the
stairway. When I reached my room, I closed the door
behind me and threw myself on the bed, burying my