The Woman Who Lived in the Living Room

9

Yvonne's mother asked, "What are you looking for?"

I said, "No, nothing."

"When did you learn to unlock the door?" Yvonne's mother said in a sarcastic tone.

"No, I saw the door unlocked, so I came in to have a look. You know what, I'm also interested in sculptures." I was talking nonsense.

"Oh, I see." Yvonne's mother kicked the debris on the ground with her high heels. "Clean it up. You broke it."

"Yes, I'm going to take the broom." As soon as I took two steps forward, a gust of wind came from behind my head.

Then there was a sharp pain in the back of my head. "Ah!" I screamed and fell to the ground. Before I lost consciousness, I saw Yvonne's mother looking at me angrily with a rolling pin in her hand.

When I woke up again, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. My hands and feet were tied tightly by the rope. I struggled desperately, but it was useless.