From my room upstairs, I heard Dad in the driveway talking to Mr. Mooney from next door. I couldn’t understand what they were saying but I knew what it was about. I can tell you this; Dad was in the mood for dinner and TV when he got home and a talk with Mr. Mooney about kids crawling around his shed was not going to make Dad happy. My younger sister, Jenny, sat next to me by the window.
“Can you hear what they’re saying?” she asked. “I want to listen.”
I put my finger to my lips to shush her but I didn’t make the shushing sound. I’d opened the window just a little because I wanted to hear want Mooney told Dad. Now I was worried Dad would hear Jenny.
“Is he telling Dad what we found?” she asked in a whisper.
I gave Jenny a look that made her frown and rumple her eyebrows. Jenny liked to get her way and I wasn’t making her very happy right now either.
Dad said, “It won’t happen again, Tom. Remember what it was like to be a kid?” and I heard the front door open and close a moment after. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat.
I heard muffled talking downstairs…no call for us.
The waiting was terrible. Was he going to yell at us? Would we get grounded? Would we get the belt? Surely this wouldn’t get the belt. I’ve been threatened with the belt. Dad said he used to get the belt from Grandpa all the time. The sound of Dad’s belt popping through his belt loops alone was enough to make me jump. I knew there was always a chance and I never wanted to find out.
Dad had been home for ten minutes and still no call for us to come downstairs. I finally heard the TV turn on to Dad’s show and heard Judith clanging spoons and what-not in the kitchen as she was getting dinner ready for the table. Jenny and I just looked at each other.
“Why doesn’t Daddy make us go downstairs?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe Mooney didn’t tell him everything.” I replied.
“But Mr. Mooney saw us looking in his shed. He yelled at us and we ran. Remember Billy?”
“Don’t be silly Jenny. I remember. It was just a few hours ago.” I said shaking my head. I finally raised-up to look out my window. I wanted to take one last look at Mooney’s shed in his back yard while it was daylight. I’m not sure I could look at it at night again for awhile. Not after today. Creeping my head higher until just my eyes were even with the glass I scanned the driveway for Mooney.
No Mooney in sight.
I turned toward the back yard and froze. There was Mooney standing in the doorway of his shed waving at me. I fell back away from the window and into Jenny. Jenny screamed and kicked me in the mouth as she hit the floor with me right behind her.
I screamed in pain and spit a tooth out into my hand with a little blood.
“Jenny! That tooth just got loose this morning! It wasn’t ready to pull yet!”. I hating pulling my baby teeth but I did enjoy getting a visit from the Tooth Fairy.
“What’s going on up there?” Dad hollered from downstairs.
“I lost a tooth Dad. Jenny helped me pull it.” I would never say Jenny kicked me in the mouth. First, it was an accident. Second, Dad would want to know what we were doing by the window. Too many questions.
“Wash your hands and come down for dinner.”
I put my tooth on my nightstand before Jenny and I washed our hands in the bathroom that connected our bedrooms.
“Gotta put that tooth under my pillow tonight for the Tooth Fairy” I said to Jenny in the mirror.
“Or for Mr. Mooney” Jenny replied with wide eyes.
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This week’s writing prompt from TipsyLit was to write from a child’s perspective. I hope you enjoy what may the first installment.