As I was ascending my favorite “D scale” as my mother walked into the living room where I was playing; She told me that she would be attending a p...rty at the neighbor’s house six blocks down our quiet suburban street. I gave her a quick and muffled “yep, sounds good mom” as I tried my hardest to concentrate on my fingers dancing on the ivory. My mom, who was a bit annoyed at the lack of enthusiasm in my response shook her head and said “your going to have to pick me up because it is raining. Her face was unusually pale, she had dark circles around her eyes and she didn’t wear her hair up as she usually did. She seemed tired and tense, her hands in her pockets, her shoulders pushed high. She didn’t look up at me as she usually did, but kept her eyes lowered, and I could almost feel the way she was building protective walls, distancing herself from me. ‘Good afternoon Mary’ I said, keeping my voice low and calm. I felt my pulse speed up as I waited for her response. I saw her take a. We had spent the night on tree limbs about 40 feet off the ground. This was a scrawny tree that had been ignored by the herbivores; I don't know why, but I was happy for the gift. We took turns standing watch, since we had to leave our travois on the ground and vulnerable to scavengers, though there was nothing that they would want except for some dried meat.That day we met our first carnivore. It was only about five feet tall and had a lush coat of feathers. It really was not interested in us,. I think they might understand fiction better then their mother.W-What can I say to them if they ask what's dad doing? I can't tell them he's busy writing porno stories for people to read.H-I'm old enough to do what I want. I really enjoy writing these stories. It's kind of a turn on.W-I'll go read another one of your stories. (She returns 20 minutes later). Who's the black girl you had sex with?H- What are you talking about? That wasn't me, that was fiction.W-Fiction my ass, I remember your.