Tenterhooks

Aunt has called a family conference.

We sit at the big table

in the bay window

overlooking the sea.

We are all on tenterhooks.

Aunt explains how she is

burdened with debts,

like we didn’t already know.

She’s taken a job at a liquor store,

this is new to us.

Aunt is a little nervous

leaving us alone in the evenings.

No reference is made

to the thick brown padded

registered envelope

that arrived yesterday.

We all breathe a big sigh.

I felt sure we were being evicted.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s