I hurried to my mom, barely looking at the things in front of me. I was just looking at my feet.
Left , right, left, right. I was clumsy, so I had to focus on step after step. That was the only way for me not to fall.
My legs buckled and I fell. Fast. Right on top of Mrs. Jona, who fell on Mr. Curt, who fell on my mom.
Hey, it was like Dominoes.
I stood up and began helping Mrs. Jona and Mr. Curt. I was afraid they were going to die. Well, they were in their early 90's. And to me, that's old.
"Honey, why are you so clumsy?" mom laughed hysterically.
" Why, mom? You."
"Yeah, I forgot."
"How could you forget that you were clumsy and tripped over your own feet?"
"I don't know, but I did."
My mother was crazy. I guess that's where I got my craziness from.
I linked my arm with hers and began slowly leading us toward our home.
We passed the cafe, just as Tyler Hanson came out.
"Mom is that. . . Tyler Hanson?"
"Yes, let's move before he murders us."
She opened her hand and I gladly took it. I wanted to live a long healthy life, not a short 10 years.
Tyler Hanson was a murderer. There was no proof, but how did Mollie die? Him, that's what my mom told me to think. You could never be safe enough.