It was early morning. When I answered the phone two people began talking on the other end. One said Ben had locked himself in the bedroom with her, and the other said to hurry. One thanked me and then they both hung up. My mom and dad walked into the kitchen. I told them. My mom sobbed and my dad peeled his pajamas off his belly. My mom said she thought the doctor said Ben's mom was getting better. She asked what had happened. I didn't know. My mom sighed. Then my dad said that someone should call Ben's football coach at the University of Minnesota, that he could coax Ben out. My dad shook his head and my mom said we'll take some banana bread for Ben and Beth, and here, eat these doughnuts. Then we all drove over.
Inscape: Vol. 7:
1, Article 34.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/inscape/vol7/iss1/34