Roswell, Sunday Evening
Diane Evans pulled the bedroom door halfway shut before walking a few feet down the hall way. As she suspected the sound of childish voices and soft laughter quickly began.
"I can hear you," she said, shaking her head in amusement. Guilty silence followed but Diane doubted it would last long. Still, in the long run, it wouldn't matter. If this weekend was anything like the last weekend her daughter and her boyfriend had spent as young children, they'd be back to normal in the morning with nothing but a sugar hangover and a new set of pictures on her camera to show for it.
There was another quickly stifled round of giggles before two voices calling out, "Night Mom!" "Night Mrs. Evans..."
"Good night! Now sleep!" And please, please be adults when you wake up in the morning, was her unspoken added wish.
[For phone calls or the wee boyfriend if he's not distracted by football.]
"I can hear you," she said, shaking her head in amusement. Guilty silence followed but Diane doubted it would last long. Still, in the long run, it wouldn't matter. If this weekend was anything like the last weekend her daughter and her boyfriend had spent as young children, they'd be back to normal in the morning with nothing but a sugar hangover and a new set of pictures on her camera to show for it.
There was another quickly stifled round of giggles before two voices calling out, "Night Mom!" "Night Mrs. Evans..."
"Good night! Now sleep!" And please, please be adults when you wake up in the morning, was her unspoken added wish.
[For phone calls or the wee boyfriend if he's not distracted by football.]