Cat's Writing Camp (Trainee)

Exercise 1c

     Oh here these two go again.  I wish I could hear what they were saying.  I could see her face was flush and she had her hand turned towards his.  He had a facial expression as if he wasn't listening.  And she had her face mashed up, hand outward and neck moving awkward.  It was like watching a Charlie Chaplin version of a soap opera.  It was becoming more like a routine lately and I always wondered what was going on.  Was he cheating, not picking up after himself, not listening, not being there enough?  As the questions started rambling through my head I realized how immature I was.  So I looked back down at the sink full of soap suds and dirty dishes I was supposed to be washing.   In my kitchen I had a big window which gave me easy access to their living room.  

     Then just as I made up in my mind I was going to keep to myself.  I couldn't help but notice the cutest baby doll.  She stood only a lil over 3 feet tall,  had the cutest big brown eyes I ever seen.  She had to be only about 4 years old.  She had on some Frozen pajamas and one slipper on and the other right behind her.  I could see how she tapped on the woman's knee then the man's knee.  Once she put her head up towards each and looked like a little sad puppy, I assumed this had to be her parents.  See I just moved in not too long ago and usually keep to myself, so I just recently started noticing them there.  I know I'm wrong for being nosey, but I just can't help myself. 

    Once the little girl got in the room the man and woman appeared to quickly relax their stressed eyebrows, laugh lines and clenching hands.  Their lips were moving slower even though sparingly you could catch a smirk from the gentleman and raised eyebrow from the woman.  Suddenly they began to head towards what I'm assuming was upstairs.  This was a clear indication that their disturbance woke the lil one.   At this point I was just stalling to catch the next scene of my own personal soap opera.

    After a short time upstairs I had already got the dishes washed, dried, and put away.  Yet I began to pretend to be sweeping my floor when I noticed their return.  The woman stood in the living room with her arms folded, still clearly upset.  He on the other hand was turned towards her barely moving, which kinda expressed he wasn't as upset as her.  Then he slowly approached her and went to reach for her arm and she snatched it back.  Then he began walking closer to her than tried to grab her waist.  Her reaction was hillarious she threw a pillow at him and pulled away.  Which let me know someone was crashing on the couch tonight.  Especially since she headed towards the stairs again and he had a pillow and cover laying on the floor infront of him.  This Charlie Chaplin version of a soap opera was the only excitement I've had in a while.  Once the lights went out I headed myself to bed as well.