It was raining. And he hated it. Normally his mother would encourage playing in the rain and to splash around in the puddles (“It’s good exercise, Eddy!” she would say), but his mother wasn’t even there.
He grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge. Again, his mother wouldn’t have encouraged it (“It’s bad for you,” she would lecture), but, again, his mother wasn’t there.
Even watching television reminded him of his mother. She would have told him not to ‘lollygag’ too much and would have ordered him to play outside.
“Why can’t I just forget about her?” Eddy muttered to himself, feeling frustrated. He shut the television off and stared out the window. The sky was dark and dreary. His mother would have frowned and said, “What horrible weather! How about we play Snake and Ladders to pass the time, dear?”
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!
Eddy lazily stood up and shuffled to the door. A young girl of about s