Waite heard eager knocking on his parents’ front door. He opened it with caution as no one ever came for a friendly visit. He was shocked to see Mary standing in the foyer, steaming with rage. He attempted to greet her but she forced herself into the house, leaving him perplexed.
Before she could ask the first question, she glanced around the room, seeing family photos depicting Waite’s growth through the years. During this moment, Waite spoke first.
“How did you know where I live? I never told you.”
The question had not occurred to her. She honestly had no idea how she knew where his house was. “I just came here, by instinct I suppose.”
The guardian looked at her curiously. “Well, that aside, what are you doing her now, looking like you’re gonna kill me?”
Her anger resurfaced almost instantly. “Why did you punch him? And tell it to me straight this time.”
“Okay,” he began. “The truth is, I don’t