Tales of the Storage Space, Part 50

Suzy didn’t want to do what Mommy said.  Daddy didn’t do what Mommy said.  So Suzy didn’t have to do what Mommy said either.

Mommy was no fun.  Mommy didn’t like it when Daddy brought home pretty ladies, who gave Suzy candy and laughed a lot.  So Suzy didn’t like Mommy.

Daddy was fun, even when he stumbled around, and his mouth smelled like the red stuff in funny glasses that Mommy wouldn’t let her drink.

“Suzy Q!  Where are you, Suzy Q?”

She giggled.  That was Mommy.  Mommy couldn’t find her in this funny, big ole building.  Mommy had told her to stay close, but Daddy never stayed close to Mommy, so why should she have to stay close to Mommy?  Besides, she had found a great hiding place.  Even if there were two grown-ups in it already.  One was a man, and the other was a lady, who had fewer clothes on than the pretty ladies Daddy brought home.  But they were both asleep.

“Suzy Q!  Where are you?”

Uh oh!  Mommy was getting closer!  She snuggled in closer to the sleeping man and lady.  One of them moved, so she put her finger to her lips, just like Daddy did when he was hiding from Mommy.

“Suzy Q, don’t you dare hide from me!”

She giggled again, just like Daddy giggled when Mommy said that to Daddy.

“Susan Witherspoon, I’m going to leave you in this fucking storage space if you don’t come out this minute!”

She giggled and giggled, snuggling up closer to the sleeping lady.  Except…the lady wasn’t sleeping anymore.  Instead she was staring at the man.  Suzy could see the lady’s eyes getting bigger and bigger.  Then she looked at Suzy.  At first Suzy thought she looked like a really nice lady, like one of the ladies Daddy brought home.  But then she started to look really scary mean and started whispering about how Suzy better get out of there or she’d do all kinds of really mean things to her.

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