Mum comes home twice a week by Toni Castillo Girona (books for 8th graders .txt) 📕

moving her head quite violently, focussing on him for a while and on the bedroom door for a bit more. “What is it, my dear? What's wrong?”, he asked, grabbing her face by putting his two hands on each cheek, determined to stop her convulsive movement. “Tell me!.” She was totally gone. Her eyes could hardly look at him, and he managed to detect some sort of spasm provoking her entire body shivering noticeably. “Stop that!”, he blasted at her, slapping her face. “What is it? What's going on!.” She attained to say: “It's my mum! She's here, I heard the front door's latch moving!.” He got up rapidly, leaving her upon the bed. “It's okay, I can go talk to her.”, he said, slowly, ensuring she could hear his words and understand them pretty well. He started to get dress, looking for his trousers and all around the bedroom. “No, you can't!”, she shouted. “Stay here!” He got his trousers and was putting them on. “Don't be silly, my dear. I can handle this.” She was still naked, so he could see some strands of hair falling delicately upon her generous breasts. He was aroused for a moment, but he put that sensation away quickly. “All is going to be fine, trust me.”, said he, heading towards the door. “Stay here! Don't go downstairs!”, she spouted. He paid no attention to her, and opened the bedroom's door decidedly. The entire household was covered in shadows, and it was really cold there. He could not hear any sort of noise coming from the landing, downstairs. He made a move that way, his gaze fixed ahead. “Hello?” No answer. He continued going down, until he reached the first floor. To his left, there was the drawing room. The door was shut, and he could feel the warmth through it. “Hello? Ma'am, are you in there?.”, he asked, but no answer was given. He knocked at the door slightly, and waited for some response. Finally, he opened it and got inside. The drawing room was empty. Mystified, he turned back and got out, closing the door behind him. The kitchen was opposite, so he went towards it. This time, the door was ajar. “Ma'am, are you in here? I want to talk to you about your daughter.” Before entering the kitchen, he peered across the gap left by the door. He saw nothing. “Hello?”, he repeated. He was about to get in when out of the blue, her beloved's voice, upstairs, in the bedroom, said: “Don't mum, don't!” Shocked, he turned on his heels and went upstairs, as fast as he could, towards the bedroom. “I promise, mum, I promise!”, he could hear her whining. “I'm going to be a good girl,don't, please, don't, don't

!” He hurried up, he was almost there. “What's happening? Hey

!”, he screamed, pointlessly. Then, he heard a terrible sound of glasses being broken and an intense and creepy yell, fading away quickly. When he got in the bedroom, she was nowhere to be seen. There were scraps of glasses scattered all around the floor and the bed. “Darling! Darling!.”, he shouted, jumping over the bed, cutting himself with some of the glasses, not paying attention to that. “Where are you! My dear!.” He bent over in order to see through that broken window. Myriad of snowflakes were getting in, now that there was no protection at all from the blizzard, and the bedroom was getting colder and colder every second. When he looked down, amidst the cold, the snow and the wind, he discerned what appeared to be a body, lying down in the ground, quiet. “No!”, he now cried, “Oh, good God! No, no, it can't be!” The snow was whitening the bed by now, and the wind, fiercely, was hitting his face. “No, my God, no!”, he exclaimed, all over again, looking down through that broken window, where she lied, dead. He rested there for a while, crying, calling her name aloud, whilst the snowflakes were covering the entire corpse of his beloved determinedly, little by little, until there, in that precise spot, only the snow could be seen.

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