My mother in it!!!! How could that, that, mean, cruel, beast do this to my mom!?!?!
I angrily whispered to Shawn, "Thats my mom! Thats my mom!" I could tell he knew just what to do.
He set me down behind his back, of course, and said to the mean lady, "Can I keep her in my room for awhile?"
"Oh, I suppose for a little while."
Shawn took the jar with my mother in it and closed the door behind the lady. He opened the jar and took out my mother.
"Oh, thank you so much?"
"My name is Shawn."
"Shawn!" My mother finished her sentence.
"Mom!"
"Violet!"
My mom hugged me and I hugged her back.
Soo, Shawn took me, my dad, and my mom back home, and repaired our roof. We visited Shawn every day, and he visited us too. And so our normal life of borrowing continued.
