THIRTY ONE

ELOISE

The morning after my sex dream, I woke up to the smell of bread. You see, my mom had taken this unusual hobby of bread making. You'd see surprised how many kinds there were and the different ways they could be prepared. I was the lab rat used to test the success of her new recipes. However, something was different in the air this time around. It was clear because mom had never brought them to my room.

I could see it in her face as she cut a generous slice from the loaf to butter. Mrs. Carter had questions and I had a great inclination as to what her question would be.

"Good morning mom." I did my best to break the ice. I knew she was hesitant about speaking. She didn't want to spook me.

"How was your night Eloise?" She asked, handing me the buttered bread.

"Great." For the first time in a long time, I believe I was being honest. That did not seem to ease my mom however though. I could not blame her. I had said the words great several times and failed miserably at it. Plus Dad