“ But things are so bad, I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t do something. ”
Maybe everyone is just waiting for someone else to save them.
~ Margaret Peterson Haddix
I want to Live! Not Die, Not Hide, LIVE!
A thousand times today I've started to open my mouth, started to squeak out, Can you tell me...? But then I'd look into the front seat, at my mother's silent shaking, my father's grim profile, the mournful bags under his eyes, and all the questions I might ask seemed abusive. Assault and battery, a question mark used like a club. My parents are old and fragile. I'd have to heartless to want to hurt them.
Was it still paranoia if all his fears were justified?
