"Hurry it up!"
"But mom," Vincent whined. He was only ten years old and had no idea what the fuss was all about. There were multiple strange people moving about everywhere inside his home. Some were grabbing furniture and packing up trinkets. Others were removing pictures and tapestries from the wall of the small two bedroom house. Everything was being carefully documented and logged as each item was placed into one of the two moving trucks parked in the front driveway.
"Vincent!" his mother screamed. "I told you to grab your best clothes and get them into those suitcases. Now move it!" She grabbed him forcibly by the arm and thrust him back into his bedroom. "Now, come on, let's go! He'll be here soon!"
"Who will? And why are those guys taking all of our stuff?"
"You know who. Roo, that's who."
"I don't even like Roo!" Vincent snapped back at his mother. "He teases me all of the time. And he punches me. Especially when you're not around."
"He doesn't punch you. And it doesn't matter anyway. In a little while you'll never have to see Roo again."
"Huh?" Vincent responded confused.
"Now stay in your room and start packing your stuff up."
One of the men from Randolf's Auction House was suddenly hailing his mother and she moved briskly down the hall to the front of the small rental house to see what it was he wanted.
"Randolph said we are supposed to take everything?" the man queried. It was an unusual request.
"Do you have the check?" she asked, ignoring his question. "Randolph said you would be bringing the check with you."
"I have it here." He patted his chest pocket, reached inside with two fingers and pulled out the folded check and handed it over.
She looked at the check and was satisfied. "You need to take everything. Everything has to go." She turned and motioned to her two packed suitcases by the front door and then over to Vincent's bedroom. "Except for the suitcases. We are taking those with us."
The man frowned and looked over to the room at the end of the short hallway where Vincent stood hanging onto the door frame with one hand and his mouth hanging open. "What about all of the boy's toys, books and things in there?"
"He has his suitcases. Whatever he wants to take he'll pack himself." She looked over to where the man was staring and could see Vincent still had not put anything in either of the two suitcases. He remained at the door watching her. "Vincent! You better start moving your ass! We are leaving as soon as Roo arrives, and if you're not packed, then you're leaving with nothing."
The man spoke up hesitantly. "You realize that except for the furniture and antiques on the list, the rest of this stuff is just going to the dump. People won't buy most of this stuff at an auction."
"Randolph said he would take it all away. I really don't care what he does with it once it's out of here."
"Okay, ma'am," he replied defensively. "I just thought you should know. You really should take as much as you can, because it'll is just end up going in the trash if you leave it." He looked down at Vincent, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say more, and then shut it. He simply shrugged and walked quietly away to where the others were busy packing up and began to assist them.
Vincent tried not to cry. He spun around and looked at all of the toys that were sprinkled about on his shelves, the pile of books in the bookcase, and his many games, Lego blocks, and other toys strewn across the floor. There was no way he could get all off his clothes and belongings into the two suitcases. Was she mad? Was most of his stuff really going to end up in the trash?
He ran to the door and hollered out to his mother. "Why are these guys taking everything, mom? Why are they taking all of our stuff?"
She ignored him.
"Roo's on his way! You better make a move soon."
"I hate you!" Vincent shouted. He slammed his bedroom door. "I'm not going anywhere!" he yelled at the closed door. "Especially with that fucking asshole Roo!"
Vincent could hear his mother's thundering stomps as she made a beeline to his room. She burst open the door and grabbed Vincent by the neck.