Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 7, 2012 20:29:31 GMT -5
Alfred was worried.
The night before, his mother, Anna, had told him that she planned on telling Madeline that she was adopted. She'd said that Madeline was fourteen now, which was plenty old enough for her to know. She's said that there was no need to worry, surely Madeline was mature enough to handle it. And Alfred tried to believe her, he really did. But he wasn't so sure. What if she got upset and ran off? They would find her eventually, yes, but what if something happened to her because he wasn't there? He was her big brother, after all; he was supposed to protect her.
But it wasn't as if he could tell her to wait. She was his (their, he reminded himself) mother, and he couldn't just tell her no. So, for better or for worse, he kept his worries to himself, and decided to spend the rest of the day doing brother-sisterly things with Madeline. Whether it was to prove a point or to calm himself down, he wasn't really sure, but he enjoyed himself anyway.
At least, he was until he saw his mother looking at Madeline meaningfully. And he decided that, for once, he would try to keep his mouth shut as Anna spoke up.
"Maddie? Come here for a minute, I need to talk to you."
The night before, his mother, Anna, had told him that she planned on telling Madeline that she was adopted. She'd said that Madeline was fourteen now, which was plenty old enough for her to know. She's said that there was no need to worry, surely Madeline was mature enough to handle it. And Alfred tried to believe her, he really did. But he wasn't so sure. What if she got upset and ran off? They would find her eventually, yes, but what if something happened to her because he wasn't there? He was her big brother, after all; he was supposed to protect her.
But it wasn't as if he could tell her to wait. She was his (their, he reminded himself) mother, and he couldn't just tell her no. So, for better or for worse, he kept his worries to himself, and decided to spend the rest of the day doing brother-sisterly things with Madeline. Whether it was to prove a point or to calm himself down, he wasn't really sure, but he enjoyed himself anyway.
At least, he was until he saw his mother looking at Madeline meaningfully. And he decided that, for once, he would try to keep his mouth shut as Anna spoke up.
"Maddie? Come here for a minute, I need to talk to you."
