The Story of Bon (continued) For the beginning of the story, go to my darling sister’s blog.
I found my husband and asked him if he had seen her. “Nope.” I searched through the house again, sure that she had just fallen asleep on a couch somewhere, but she was no where to be found.
What was I going to tell Mom? “Sorry Mom, yeah, I know it’s so weird that she’s missing. She left in these skimpy clothes late at night, and she went jogging all by herself, but really I had no idea that this would happen. I totally didn’t see it coming!” And what if some creep was chasing her right now, while I just sat around wringing my hands? I got in my car and drove around with no luck.
I got home, still wringing my hands. “What are we going to do?” I asked my husband. “Should we call the police?”
“I’m sure she’ll turn up,” he said.
“Turn up? Turn up?! Honey, where could she have possibly gone?!”
“I don’t know, but I’m sure she’ll turn up.” How do men’s brains’ function? How do they not worry about anything? I was calling the police when Bon casually walked in.
“Where have you been?!” I asked.
“I was just over at Ursula’s talking outside.” (A friend on the street.)
“Bon, you realize it’s after midnight and you took off jogging like two hours ago!”
“Oh yeah, I guess I didn’t think about that. Sorry Beck.” And that was that. I said my prayers that night and thanked God that I wouldn’t be dealing with teenagers for another ten years. And wouldn’t you know it? It’s ten years later now, and I’ve got a restless teenager on my hands. In fact, it’s 11:27 p.m. right now, and I have no idea where he is.
What scares have your teenagers given you?
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