Mom pointed towards the kitchen.
“Well don’t just sit there! Get your ass up and get it for me!”
I have to admit that I was surprised by how calm Mom had been up until this point. Although I could tell she was slightly shaken, nevertheless she seemed to remain very cool and did exactly as she was told.
Without needing to be told again, Mom rose to her feet, walked into the kitchen, retrieved her purse, and then handed it to the man as she sat back down on the couch
As the man rifled through Mom’s purse I thought about jumping up and attempting to take his gun away, but I quickly discounted that idea when I considered some of the consequences; namely the fact that the gun could go off and accidentally shoot Mom or I.
“Is this it?” The man questioned loudly.
From what I could see, Mom had even less money in her purse than I had in my wallet.
“Thirty-two lousy dollars! Are you fucking kidding me lady?”
“I’m sorry,” Mom said without looking up. “I don’t normally carry much cash.”
“Shit!” The intruder screamed aloud. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
“I’m sorry,” Mom said.
Without considering the consequences I stood up and said, “Okay, you got what you came here for. Will you please just leave!”
“What did you say?”
“You heard me. Please leave. Get out of here!”
Without a seconds hesitation the man came barreling towards me and before I could even begin to react he swung his fist and landed a blow to the right side of my jaw. Mom squealed as the punch knocked me down onto the couch.
“I believe I told you to shut the fuck up!” He said as he glared at me, his face full of rage.
Mom instinctively helped me to sit back up and, being the mother that she is, she looked me over closely to see if there was any damage.
“I’m okay,” I said.
I was somewhat surprised when Mom boldly looked up at the man and said, “Why are you doing this? Why did you pick my house?”
“Why?” The man answered. “I’ll tell you why. Because I’ve been out of work for almost a year and I can’t find a decent fucking job. And if you must know, I’ve been watching this neighborhood for the last two weeks and couldn’t help but notice that you and your husband are never home on Wednesday’s.”
After a brief pause the man continued.
“Furthermore, I don’t rob homes at night when people are home because too many folks these days own guns. I don’t want to get my ass shot; especially over a lousy sixty-something bucks!”
If I had to guess I would say that the man was a few years younger than I was. Even though he acted a bit rough around the edges, I had a hard time believing that this guy was a common thief. Although he was dressed to give the appearance that he worked for a delivery company, there was something about the way he was groomed, the way he spoke, and the way he carried himself that lead me to believe things weren’t as they seemed. Given the fact that he was a well built, good looking guy with chiseled features (that could easily be described to the police), I was perplexed by the fact he hadn’t attempted to cover his face.
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