"Hello?" Snapping back to reality, I shake my head a little. "hm?" I ask. "Your order?" The Barista halfheartedly asks again. I open my mouth to order but my mother quickly interjects "She'll have the Greek salad." My mother sits in her chair looking me up and down, opens her mouth as if to say something but then closes it, she sits tapping her wine glass, holding it in her hand, swinging it back and fourth, she always does this when she is nervous, I wonder if she got a letter from my school. "So.." I begin. My mother clearly didn't want me to continue, for she quickly stopped me. "SO! I got a letter"
I was dreading the words coming next, I knew it would have to do with school. "From your grandmother"
"Nanny?" I ask, surprised, I had no idea why this was relevant, but at least it had nothing to do with school. "She left us a lot of money" I was confused, who did? Then it hit me, Nanny had died. My mother seemed overjoyed, I didn't care much, I didn't know the old hag much, although her servant was quite the handsome man. She had Dementia, so she was always saying random things. Something about the air being dangerous, my mother always told me it was her way of communication, since her brain didn't work the way it used to. My mother went on and on that night about all the things we would buy, do, all the places we could go. I listened to her, but I knew she would really spend the money on men to come and make her happy, she would get wasted and forget about me once more, and I would wake up to the sound of hurling coming from the bathroom.
YOU ARE READING
The letter
Mystery / ThrillerTracies mother always had a nack for little things, she noticed every detail, every move. Growing up, it was Tracies favorite thing about her mother, Tracy lived a normal life of a teen, however, All things changed when one day, Tracy Johanssons mot...
