Residing Dreams (Chapter 53)
I raced home as quickly as I could on my two
I couldn’t wait to tell my father
about the religious poster contest.
As I flung open the front door, I noticed the house seemed strangely unsettled.
I could hear my father’s voice coming from the parlor, but I didn’t know who he could be talking to.
Perhaps he was on the telephone?
I listened from where I was standing in the foyer.
What was he saying?
All I heard was his voice; obviously having a conversation with someone, his lisp present.