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"Hey Bobby! Look, I can touch the sky with my toes when I lean way back," Mary-Anne giggled as she swung high, "You're right, you can touch the moon! Watch me! This is so cool!"
"Yeah, isn't it! I love these swings!" Bobby laughed as he touched down and spun hard to the left, tangling up the chains then letting go to spin to the right.
"This is so fun!" Mary-Anne continued to giggle, "I never want this to end!"
"Bobby, Mary-Anne, time to come home!" Yelled Lisa, off in the distance. Both children moaned at the same time, reluctant to leave. They both ignored Bobby's mother and continued to swing high above the ground.
"Bobby Parsons! Mary-Anne Willis! Get your butts home right now!" Bobby's mother's voice became louder and more demanding. Bobby sighed and jumped off the swing, as Mary-Anne slowed her swing down with her feet.
"Guess we better go before mum has a cow!"
Mary-Anne started to giggle again. The wave of laughter grew stronger until she was rolling on the grass, holding her stomach. Bobby tried to remain serious, attempting to get Mary-Anne up off the ground, struggling with the laughter that was building up inside. Mary-Anne reached up and as Bobby took her hand, she pulled hard, throwing him down on top of her. They rolled in the grass, laughing together until Bobby's mother's angry voice broke into their innocence demanding they come home at once.
Bobby got up. Brushing off the grass, he reached down and pulled Mary-Anne up onto her feet. On impulse, she kissed him lightly on the cheek, giggled and ran away.
"Last one to the house is a rotten egg!" She yelled back, running hard across the field towards the house.
Bobby ran swiftly behind Mary-Anne, determined to win the race. He saw Mary-Anne look quickly without stopping and cross the road, jumping over the ditch and hitting the sidewalk by the house on a dead run. Without looking, Bobby ran across the road, dodging the car that narrowly missed hitting him. Bobby put down his head and jumped across the ditch, ignoring the driver screaming at his carelessness. Hitting the sidewalk, he ran as swift as the wind for the house, coming to a sudden stop at the porch when he hit his mother square in the chest.
"Bobby Parsons! I saw what happened! You are so dead, mister!" His mother barked out in a mixture of anger and fear, "Get into this house, wash up and set the table right now!"
Bobby looked around his mother for Mary-Anne, ignoring her words.
"I said, get in the house right now and set that table!" Lisa yelled louder, "Do you have wax in your ears?"
Bobby ducked under his mother's raised hand, kicked off his runners and darted quickly to the bathroom, still looking around for Mary-Anne. After washing up, he entered the kitchen and began to set the table for supper. Where was Mary-Anne?
Then he heard it. Giggling. He looked over towards the living room and saw Mary-Anne standing there, staring at him. Sticking out her tongue, she rolled her finger around her ear in the symbolic gesture known to all children - "you are crazy." Bobby stuck his tongue out at Mary-Anne, only to have his head hit sharply with his mother's hand.
"Bobby, you get that tongue back in now or I swear, I'll put mustard on it!"
"But mum, Mary-Anne started it!" Bobby whined, glancing over to see Mary-Anne dancing a jig out of his mother's eyesight.
" I don't want to hear it, just set the table, your father is going to be home in a few minutes and I want everything ready for him."
Bobby started to mutter under his breath, watching Mary-Anne tease him from a distance. It wasn't fair! She should have to help too!
Smash!
Both Lisa and Bobby dropped everything, jumping at the sudden sound of breaking glass.
Smash!
Lisa ran quickly to the next room, calling out for Mary-Anne. Bobby followed behind; wondering what she was up to now. He ran into the back of his mother as she stopped suddenly at the opening to the living room.
Smash!
Mary-Anne threw another picture against the fireplace. Lisa moved swiftly and enveloped Mary-Anne in a hug restraint, pulling her down onto the floor, attempting to provide an environment of calm. Mary-Anne remained silent, struggling against the strong arms, which held her tightly, protecting her from demons hiding in her mind.
Bobby simply stood there, stunned. For on the floor were shattered pictures of his sister. His sister who had never returned home was now lying in broken shards of glass on the rug, symbolic of the broken pieces of their lives, which they were only now beginning to repair.
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