Sitting by the window, taking in the morning sunlight. Christa counts the week since she has gotten married.
Time has flown so quickly. Resting the almanac on the settee, searching out pen and paper to write her family.
When the knock came Christa knew it was not Thomas. Recalling Thomas had told her that this was going to be a long day and didn't know what time he will be returning.
Going to the door, but the handle turns and the door opens. Hiding behind the door only hearing the soft murmur, "Thank God they are not here."
Christa wanted to know, 'What did he want?'
Standing still, seeing him hurried to the wardrobe and open Thomas's side, taking out his money pan but it was locked. With his back turned, Christa approaches him slowly.
"I hope you have a good explanation for being in my room?" Christa said angrily, seeing the way he jump and the pan slip out of his hand and drop on the floor.
"I want to know what are you doing with Thomas cash pan in your hand?" Christa repeats.
Seeing how shocked he was as he turn to face her as though lost for words. "I ask you a question, what are you doing with my husband's cash pan?"
"I came to meet Thomas."
"Why are you lying, you knew full well that Thomas will not be home. He openly said that Sunday at the dinner table.
So tell me exactly what were you looking for? Because he will be back soon, and I will have to inform him what you are doing in my room?"
"He won't believe you."
"Maybe he won't, but next time you enter this room, you will regret it, do you hear me?"
"Are you threatening me?"
"You could take it whichever way you want."
"God, you are shameless, coming out of the gutter and want to rule this house."
"For your information, I did not do anything wrong to feel ashamed about? And I might have come from the gutter, but I am not a thief.
Look at you, not from the gutter with so much but stealing from the hands that feed you. I wonder which is worst, the gutter or being a thief?"
"You cannot drive me out, this is my parent's house?"
"Who said anything about driving you out the house? It seems as though you have a hearing problem or an understanding problem? I cannot drive you out of the house, but definitely out from my room?"
"That's what you think?" Jerome. said in such a boastful way that anger Christa. Unable to control her rage, Christa immediately took up the chair and hit him behind his knee.
When he screams out and his parents came bolting through the door, hearing her mother-in-law ask. "Jerome, what is wrong?"
Seeing him stoop down holding behind his left foot knee. "That bitch hit me behind my knee with that chair Mom."
"Christa, you could have damaged him badly?" Her mother-in-law shouted at her.
"If I wanted to damage him that would be easy, I could have even cracked his thick skull. Just for you to know, I am not the liar, remember where you see him?"
When his father said, "Jerome what are you doing in Thomas's room?"
"Dad, that bitch call me in here, now look what she did to my foot."
Before he could shift, she raise her hand hitting him pac on his mouth. "If you think I am Larissa and you could lie and getaway, you better think again. Next time I will burst your mouth, you thief."
"Christa, don't you ever call my child a thief?" his mother defended him.
"Okay, then I will get someone to come and take his fingerprint from Thomas pan. See for yourself where his pan is? That what he came in the room for, he thought I was not in, so he rushed in and went straight to Thomas cash pan."
"Mom, she is lying I am speaking the truth." Feeling the second slap directly on his mouth. This time harder than the first.
"Don't stand in my room and lie on me, and first to begin, your brother already put you out of the house, so why are you entering his room?
And tell me, do I look that stupid to defy him, by inviting you in here? When you know we disagree, but no, you take pleasure in your wickedness?
Furthermore, I don't care what you think of me. But you are not going to do your wickedness and expect me to take the blame, now get out from my room."
"Christa, please, I beg you don't tell Thomas." Sam pleaded.
"I am sorry dad, but I ask him to leave nicely, but he brought this upon himself."
"Jerome, for God's sake, why do you always have to make mischief?"
"Dad, you believe her lies?"
"As a matter of fact; I do believe her, you knew Thomas was away, so why did you come to her room?"
"Dad, please try to understand, I told you she calls me, I am not lying."
"But you are Son, Christa don't have a mobile phone, and since morning the landline hasn't been working. Besides Christa doesn't use the phone in the house, and did you give her your mobile number?
Now, do as she says and leave her room before Thomas comes and find you and bodily throw you out. Child please, I beg you don't tell Thomas, he can be very harsh at times."
Christa jumps when Thomas shout at Jerome and grab hold of his collar, "I warn you many times not to come in my room but you seem to be deaf?"
"Thomas, he is your brother." His mother shouted.
"And does that give him the right to enter my room, and lie on my wife, call her names, and to cause her to hide things from me? Are you encouraging her to hide the truth from me, Mom?
And you are very destructive Jerome, I have warned you many times. Yet you continue to cause chaos in this house."
About to lash him, Christa held his hand, "Please, I already hit him."
"But he abused you?"
"I know, but you don't give two punishments for the same crime."
Pushing him aside, "Now gets out," Thomas yelled at him when her hand hugs him as she leans her head on his chest.
Forgetting Jerome, Thomas embraces her stroking her back gently, "I am so sorry for what my family has put you through."