My Shorts

The Target

It is not for a minute; you would like to share about that one with your friends. A friend of mine was in the bathroom with a small group of us. We had walked by her house one night. She had just gotten her daughter out of bed and she thought it was a good idea to tell us about it when we arrived. Apparently, she noticed the man who sat in her bathroom reading a book just before she walked out! She didn't say anything to help him figure it out. No one did. Later, I noticed her looking up at him. She was looking at a book that was in a drawer on the table, just above the sink. She had picked it up. As I was talking to her friend, she gave me a quick smile and said, "You know, it is a problem I had with my mom before. She came by the house without telling anyone. I had to ask her. She kept me in bed for a short time. So I had to ask her, 'do you want me to leave?' And she said yes. And there was nothing. She was just sitting there with her eyes closed. And she never came back." This was really the first time I'd ever heard her say it out loud, so I didn't want to say anything. I wanted to let it be known that she had never told anyone, that I was the one who was the target.