TITLE: It's Coming Down
GENRE: MG historical
My hand hovered over the latch, my stomach churning. What I did today, I'd never done before, and boy was I gonna get it!
Pa's work clothes lay in a pile outside the door. Yep, he was home all right. Inside was silent as if everyone were holding their breath, waiting for me to walk through the door.
"The longer he waits, the madder he'll get," Sarah said. My youngest sister looked up at me with earnest eyes. Lamplight spilled from the open window, casting her face in shadow.
"You worry too much, especially for an eight year old," I teased, trying to sound unconcerned.
She poked her bottom lip out. "Eight and a half, and I don't so worry too much. I worry the right amount, and now it'll be more 'cause you'll be in that horrible mine too, so there."
I frowned at her and she frowned back. Then taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Ma and Alice stood frozen in the kitchen. Alice looked at me with a you-stepped-in-it-this-time look. Ma's eyes didn't meet mine.
Pa sat in the overstuffed chair. Someone who didn't know better might have mistook his pose as relaxed, but I knew better. Leaning back in his faded long underwear, an ankle resting on his knee, he clenched his coal-stained hands. One fist held a yellow piece of paper--the note I got from Mr. Graves today after I got a job at the mine.