Indian Desi Mom

‘Hey, I brought you lunch,’ Marc says as he enters the room and promptly trips over the pile of unfilled boxes. ‘SHIT!’ Richard jumps. ‘Knoc... or something to let me know you’re there. All we need is for you to give me a damned heart attack. Then you’ll have to call your mother and tell her you killed me.’ ‘Sorry. Here’s your sandwich and soda.’ For the next fifteen minutes they both sit on the bed and eat. ‘Here’s what I want you to do,’ dad says while stuffing his face. ‘I’ll box up the small. She wanted to cry, or worse, call him. If she cried, then she’d just fall asleep and maybe come morning there would be a text from Greg waiting for her. If she called him, and he didn’t answer...or if he was still upset at her...her stomach turned in knots at the thought of either option. So Amy cried and cried and eventually fell asleep. She hadn’t slept long before something woke her up. The desk light was turned back on and Amy saw a lithe figure move across the room. She froze, her eyes. More

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