Post by Bonesaw on May 10, 2008 10:39:45 GMT -5
"Where have you been?" Robert's mother shrieked as he entered his house. She was a small, mousy woman, her dull brown hair was graying and her face was prematurely wrinkled. "You've been thieving again, haven't you?" she cried again angrily. She knew good and well that without his stealing they all would have been long dead. "Yes" he said confidently. He knew very well what her reaction would be. She reached out and seized him by the collar of his cloak, and pulled him closer, buffeting him with her open hands. He could have overpowered her, shoved her down, and run out. He could have done all of that quite easily in fact...but...she was his mother.
