Monday Again

   

Monday Again

     Dad and I went to the police station today. It's a low gray building with a lot of glass and people at different desks working at their computers and on their phones. Dad went into the detective’s office and talked to the man there for a long time. Then they asked me to come in and they asked me some questions too like did I know where Mama was, did I know of any reason why she would not come home, how did she seem the last time I saw her, stuff like that.

     After that I told Dad that we should look around the hospital where his car had been. Maybe someone saw Joe and Mama there. Dad said that I didn't have to go to school today but that I should try to go to school tomorrow because it will give me something to do. He said that it will take my mind off things. Dad said that the police will help us and that Mama will come home. He said that there was a logical explanation for what is going on and that we will get to the bottom of it whatever that means. I said that I hoped so and I told him that I was scared. Joe was dead and maybe Mama was too! Dad’s eyes got really wet. He hugged me and told me that everything would be okay. And that I should pray. Dad never says that so now I am really scared. 

     His dad was a Pentecostal preacher so Dad is a PK, a preacher’s kid. They were really poor when he was little. He said he went to church enough when he was a kid to last him his whole life. He told me stories about Grandpa preaching for hours and hours on Sunday and how they went to church on Wednesdays too. He said that they had to read the bible every night and they weren't allowed to dance or go to the movies or play cards. They weren't even allowed to swim on Sunday! Grandpa was very strict and sometimes would hit Dad with his belt. Dad was the third of ten kids but the one who got into the most trouble. He's told me lots of stories about moving all over the United States and Canada where Grandpa would plant new churches. Dad actually had a pretty good childhood; Grandma was really sweet but so busy with all the kids and always a new baby that needed holding.

     Dad asked me to help him find a photo of Mama, a recent one. I looked through Mama’s photo box for a picture of her. There were so many pictures of me and a few of Dad but hardly any of Mama. She always took the photos. I did find some old ones of her and she looked exactly the same as she does now. Dad also asked me about what Mama was wearing when she left but I wasn’t sure. I saw her the night before when she had on her favourite blue plaid shirt and jeans. That's what I told him. We think maybe that Joe must have dropped her off somewhere but don’t know where that was. And we can’t ask Joe anymore because he’s dead. 

     I am so scared right now that I am going to do the only thing that I can do. I am going to pray:

     Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name thy kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil for thine is the kingdom the power and the glory forever and ever amen. 

     Also I need help for my mum from Your Mother:

Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with you blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus holy Mary Mother of God pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death amen.

     I feel better now but the thing that will help me the most is looking for Mama. I am going to go to the hospital tomorrow and look around. Also the tow truck will be dropping Dad’s old car off and I am going to look in it for clues.