THE WANDERER

TANGLED

Vicki was catching up with the latest development in the fashion world when her parents signaled to her,

"Victoria, It's time."

"Grrrrr, why do you guys always hold your meetings at such an inconvenient and ungodly hour?"

She snarled.

"Don't be silly. We've been having these meetings at a fixed schedule even before your birth. Nothing has changed."

Her Mom clarified... as if it was needed.

"Exactly, that's my point. You're always having these meetings at exactly the same time when I want to do something interesting with my life. What's up with that?"

"Quiet Child. Stop complaining and move along."

Her Dad scolded.

"I don't even know why you take those guys seriously. They're too old, I'm pretty sure they can hear the grave calling out to them in their sleep every night."

Vicki said, nonchalantly.

"Quiet Child and move along. This isn't a joke."

"Oh my God. This is a simple physics phenomenon, not some supernatural magical event, there's no need for all these theatrics and occult stuff.