Passion's Pitfalls

Chapter 2

New York City had never been busier whereas, metropolitan and school buses, motorbikes, cars, walk by passengers, kids and students growl around on the streets. It was Monday. Catherine's Aunt, Maria would be departing to England-where both siblings came from. Catherine assisted her Aunt, whom they barely collide or converse with her suitcase into the old haunted truck. She wondered how her mother got the vehicle into life after estimably three years of dumpiness. "Nanny McPhee would be too excited to have to back you Maria." It was Lizzie while she hugs her sister tight almost forcing herself not to tear up. "Please do tell her I would come over for Christmas. She owe me some homemade shepherds pie." The two sisters laughed. "I am going to miss you Lizzie."

Catherine, with arms crossed watched them from the balcony. She didn't utter a word of farewell to the other woman. She couldn't tell if she was happy or sad about her aunt's departure. It was just a numb experience. Catherine walked into the building when the truck came to life. Her mother is driving to the airport. -in an old faded vintage truck.

Slamming shut the door of the Pygmy well-portrayed room, she hear the chime of her phone resonates through the building. For one reason or the other, guts or intuition, her heart wasn't at ease. It was an emergency call. Random despondent thoughts kept crawling mockingly into her mind as she couldn't bring down herself to a normal pace. she didn't pick. It continued to ring simultaneously until the fourth ring, she picked it up and tapped slightly with shaky hands the speaker button. She just felt somewhat was off somewhere. She knew the feeling. It was the same intuition she had the day her father left. A young professional feminine utterance drummed through her ears bringing her back to human, the verbalism, a nightmare.