“Shut Up! I can’t stand the crying. The Screaming, your horrible noise. Your demands. You’re wrecking my life! Can’t you give me a minute of peace.”
But it just gets louder, the incessant wailing. Gasping, Marsha cries out, “You’ve cost me my sleep, my marriage, and my job. You are making me do something drastic. Can’t breathe.”
Suddenly, a sniveling voice penetrates Marsha’s diminishing consciousness, “I promise I’ll be quiet. Don’t do it!”
Choking now, Marsha gropes at her neck to claw away the tightly sealed plastic bag to no avail.
Too late. Marsha and her inner child die.
But it just gets louder, the incessant wailing. Gasping, Marsha cries out, “You’ve cost me my sleep, my marriage, and my job. You are making me do something drastic. Can’t breathe.”
Suddenly, a sniveling voice penetrates Marsha’s diminishing consciousness, “I promise I’ll be quiet. Don’t do it!”
Choking now, Marsha gropes at her neck to claw away the tightly sealed plastic bag to no avail.
Too late. Marsha and her inner child die.
