finding the words (pt. 2)
so, here it is. this was actually where i started writing but putting all the context in after this scene between eddie and his mum was too difficult so i had to go back and do a whole other day first with the background info in there.
Sonia Kaspbrak seldom moved from her armchair throughout the day. She was there when Eddie left for school in the morning and when he eventually got back at around 7PM she was still in the exact same spot he’d left her in. It was ideal for two reasons. First, the chair was at an ideal distance and angle her to watch re-runs of Seinfeld for hours on end while simultaneously watching the window on her left hand-side to see if the neighbours were doing anything of note. Second, it meant that she could keep an eye on the small stretch of hallway running from the front door back into the house and keep tabs on when and where he was off to.
He grimaced, one hand on the door-know and the other on the strap of his backpack. “Yes, ma?”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Eddie turned to find her painting her nails a ghastly shade of fuchsia, looking expectantly over the rim of her glasses. It was only when her expression faltered and darkened that he realised something was amiss. She looked almost angry. Only the subtlest hints of concern that drew her brows together stopped him from making a run for it.