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Mother's Day


by Gloria Garfunkel


She never arrived at work. A note was found in the form of alphabet refrigerator magnets spelling "Enough."

A  basket of dirty laundry sat on the dryer, the washer half-filled with sports socks, a bottle of bleach tipped over on the edge and leaking. Twelve bags of groceries sat in the middle of the kitchen floor, unemptied, frozen food defrosting.

The police suspected foul play. Why would the mother of three teenagers run off? A sixteen-year-old and fifteen-year-old twins? The husband was suspect, appearing to be in shock, as if he had never sorted groceries or done laundry.

"Is that enough bleach?" he asked the officers.

The children were not beyond suspicion either. One resumed an intense session of "Grand Theft Auto" on his X-Box. Another socialized with friends on Facebook with no mention of her missing mother. The third, and this was really odd, asked the officers "Well, if mom's not here, who's going to make us supper?" The officer suggested that everyone in the household was old enough to make their own supper, to which the suspect answered, "Yeah, right, Dude, you sound just like her."

The case is still under investigation and if anyone has any information please contact the county missing persons unit.

                        
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