This weeks Trifecta word is crack. Here’s the definition:
All clear on that? Good.
This week, we’re still sticking with Harry and Pepper. Mostly because I can’t get them out of my brain. They’ve kind of taken over.
Pepper peeked through the crack in her mother’s office door. She was supposed to be in bed, but something about the phone call her Mom got during dinner didn’t feel right and that made Pepper uneasy. When things made Pepper uneasy, she figured it was her job to find out why.
Watching her Mom pace across the green rug in front of her desk while talking to the man she said was her new boss. Pepper thought he looked like a peach and that made her smile. When her mother said a word that Pepper was not allowed to say, her mouth dropped open.
“Fuck, Captain. What do you mean he got another one?!” Harry demanded as she dragged a hand through her hair.
“What’s the address?” Harry said as she moved around the desk and sat down, brow wrinkled with worry. Grabbing the red pen from the flower-pot she kept them in, Harry scribbled something down while Pepper watched.
Her stomach sank. Her Mom only used that pen when someone was dead. Pepper’s Mom would have to go be Captain Marvel for someone.
At nine, Pepper knew more than most about what happened when you were dead. It was almost never the person’s fault that they were dead when her Mom was needed, and for that Pepper was grateful as well as sad.
Too busy thinking about her Mom in the Captain’s suit, Pepper didn’t notice when her mother put down the phone and sighed. The noise the chair made rolling back made jump and realize that she couldn’t get caught peeking in the office again. Pepper slipped back in to her room and into bed before her Mom opened the door. Mrs. Yurkus from next door was going to watch her but she never slept well when her Mom gone. Pepper figured that Mary Jane felt the same way when Peter was being Spider-man. It hurt and Pepper didn’t like it at all.