The Perfect Solution-A Suspense of Choices by Ey Wade Page A

house and the lady began removing her coat.
    "You promised me I would go home. I wanna go home, lady." He shouted angrily.
    "You are home." She pulled him towards her and began to unzip his jacket.
    "You stop it." Brhin slapped at her hands and persistently twisted and turned his body as he tried to pull away.
    "Be still, Son."
    Holding Brhin's body firmly, she yanked the sleeves of his jacket down his arms and sat him none too gently, in the chair he had occupied earlier.
    "You are home, Son. This is 'home', now."
    "No it isn't. I want my momma." Tears began to roll down his face.
    "I am your momma."
    "No you're not. You're just a stranger. I'm gonna pray for my momma to come and get me. And when she does, you'll be sorry." Brhin put his head on the arm of the chair and cried loudly.
    "Don't cry, Son." She rubbed his head. "You will be happy here. I.... oh the phone is ringing. I'll get that while you dry your face and stop crying."
    Brhin jumped from the chair and quickly followed the woman to the other end of the room.
    "Is that my momma?" He asked hopefully. Jumping up and down excitedly, Brhin grabbed for the phone's cord and pulled on it repeatedly. "Let me speak to her."
    "No, it isn't. Go back and sit in that chair and behave yourself or you'll be sorry. Who is who?" The lady turned her attention back to the telephone and questioned the person on the other end of the telephone. "Oh, that was a friend of mine's little boy. I'm just watching him for a while. Yes, I do have friends.” She snapped. How the hell can you judge whether or not people will like me? You don't know everybody I know. Why wouldn't she trust me with her kid?" The one sided conversation caused the anger to rise in her voice. "That was just an accident. Children drown in the tub all of the time. Is this what you called me about?" Massaging her right temple Mona continued talking irritably.
    "No, I didn't tell his mother. I never told anyone about that incident. Do you honestly think I would run around talking about something as horrible as that? You're supposed to be my therapist, not my parent. I was cleared of all charges. The baby was slippery and she fell out of my hands. How was I supposed to know that you aren't supposed to bathe a two month old in a large tub? I had never been around babies let alone ever gave one a bath. Anyway, I'm trying to get over the incident. As it is, I'll probably be scarred for life. I moved to this little town and changed my name to make the process easier.
    As my therapist you are not helping me. I should never have given you the number. I should have gotten a new therapist or better yet, I should just live without one. Yes, I'm taking my medication. Right now it doesn't seem to be working. I have a pain in my head. No, that's not the problem. The problem is you. You're giving me a headache. Are you promising not to mention it again? Great, anyway, it won't happen with this one. He's not a baby." She leaned back in the chair and smiled into the receiver.
    Slowly and muttering in a whisper all of the way, Brhin retraced his steps across the room and sat back in the chair.
    I wanna go home.” He looked at the locks on the door and then the lady.” I wish I could open that door right now, but the locks are too high. She would stop me anyway. He thought sadly before dropping his head to the arm of the chair. “Whenever she leaves the room, I'm gonna call my momma.”
    "Sweetie what's the matter? Aren't you hungry? Honey, go ahead and eat your nuggets."
    Brhin looked up; the lady was walking towards him.
    "I don't want it."
    "You can leave it there. If you want I'll just turn on the television. Do you want to watch the cartoons?"
    "I don't care. I just want to sit here," Brhin laid his head on the arm of the chair. "And wait for my momma. She is gonna come. I prayed for her and she'll be here. She knows where McDonald's is and she will find this house."
    "I doubt it. Just sit there and quit talking about your mother.