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Her Head Popped Off

My skinny mama, and my daddy, the philosopher, came home late one night. They had left me with Carrie Anne from across the street. She was my favorite baby sitter. She was the prettiest and the nicest, too. She was never mean to me so I liked her a lot. Daddy was always the quiet one. His eyes were warm like chocolate, if you looked in them too long you'd drown and you'd want to stay forever. My daddy was the man. Mama was tiny and wild and crazy. She was always jumpy and excited. That night when they came home, daddy stopped the car like always. She was screaming and singing with her legs sticking out the window. She would throw the door open and I would watch her dance around the roses she planted in the garden. This was like always except tonight it was too late and I might get in trouble if I ran out to join her so I waited inside with Carrie Anne. We were baking brownies. I was going to decorate mine with sprinkles even though she said chocolate chips would be better. Like always, daddy left his seat and walked to the door with his Bible clenched to his chest. He usually looked sad because he was remembering the time when he was an angel with wings. He was remembering when he could fly and look down on everyone and give them his blessings. When he had wings and power and he wasn't just a tiny old man was a long time ago. Now he is here and that time was gone and lost.

Mama came in first. She was frantic and shaky. She was always high strung and anxious. She was the type that could never be still. One moment she would be screaming and dancing, the next she would be in tears, then she would be angry, and sometimes on rare occasions she would just be nice.

"You have to go now Carrie Anne. Now! Now! Now!" She said.

"awww." Carrie Anne squealed scooping me into her arms. Her lip gloss smelled like melons. It was peachy pink. "But we were making brownies."

"Now before daddy comes in" Mama said. "Here. Here. Here is your money so go, now."

"You have to go now." Mama was getting agitated. She had that look in her eyes and her teeth began to clench.

"WOW!" Carrie Anne exclaimed counting her money. "$500 are you sure, this is way more than you said, are you sure?"

"NOW" Mama screamed.

"Ok. Ok. Ok." Carrie Anne said.

I watched her leave our kitchen and run across the street to her own house. Daddy carried something wrapped in a blanket from the car and laid it at mama's feet. I wondered if it was another dog. I would love to have another dog even if it

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