[m i a o w] the cat

Small Brother arrived looking far more put together than me (up at 4am), my mother and my sister. We had loitered at the international arrival doors for a good half hour, comparing eye bags.

“I don’t know that he’ll see us,” I said. “Everyone’s turning the other way when they come out.”

“Oh, that’s OK,” said our mother, “I’ll just yell out when he comes through the door.”

My sister and I exchanged hunted glances.

A couple of people came through the doors who belonged to some other people standing nearby. The people did silent excited gasps and pointed enthusiastically to the end of the fenced off area. The arrivees waved back, equally thrilled and made their way in the appropriate direction.

“See that?” I said to my mother. “That’s happiness Australian-style. We could do that too!”

She withered me with a practiced American stare.

Shortly afterward Small Brother sauntered through the doors looking oddly buff for someone who lives in a congested, polluted metropolis.

“ARGH!” screamed my mother, “OVER HERE!”

My sister and I moonwalked behind her, dropping back a few feet as she raced to the end of the barrier.

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COMMENTS / 5 COMMENTS

OK, I’m not being a spelling Nazi, but is hunted a typo? Were the galnces actually “haunted glances”?

I’m just trying to get a feel for the atmosphere that your mother can create.

Was it terror you were sharing, or disquiet?

Dennis typed this on Mar 13 07 at 3:58 pm