carefully opened the door, as quiet as she could. She had heard Marge
leave for the shops a while ago. The house was quite empty and
silent, except for the sound of Maggies door creaking silently,
and something that could be identified as Santas Little Helper
rummaging in the kitchen.
boy, Maggie said and dropped to her knees. Santas Little Helper
happily greeted her by drooling on her t-shirt and licking her face.
I actually missed you, Maggie whispered and scratched him
behind the ears.
to her feet, she looked at the door of the fridge. It looked much the
same as the last time she saw it. She opened the door and started
searching the contents of the fridge. She found a bar of chocolate
and sat down at the kitchen table, studying the expiration date. She
remembered being told about the time Homer had eaten a pack of old
baking soda on a dare. Homer she shook her head. She mustnt
think of her father now.