Mary busied herself with the upstairs bedroom. Her and John hadn’t had over night company in a long time. Not since Johnny Jr’s accident, anyway.
She had moved some empty boxes from one corner to the other when she heard the noise from the kitchen. She didn’t think anything of it at first. But the second time was louder and sounded messy.
“John!” she yelled down the stairs. There was a moment of silence before another clattering echoed its way up to her. “John!” she yelled again. What the hell is he doing, she thought. Another pan dropped to the floor. She yelled his name again. Nothing. Frustrated, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and rang him.
“Hey, what’s up?” John’s voice came through the speaker. His voice had a strange depthness to it.
“I called your name like three times. What the hell are you doing in the kitchen?” she asked.
“Kitchen? I’m down at Neil’s borrowing his lawn mower. I’m not in the kitchen,” he explained.
Another clang rang out.
