Much Needed… I 52B

Peggy was standing in front of her easel with a brush dripping with teal paint ready to touch the white canvas. It was faint but Peggy heard her name and snapped her head at her closed bedroom door. She set the wet brush down gently, walked over to the door and out of it once she opened it. It would seem their conversation from a few hours ago wasn’t over. Her heart skipped a beat. Or maybe this is something else.

In two minutes she was walking into the office. “Yes mom?” She saw her mom sitting behind her desk. It wasn’t unusual, but if history has taught her anything, it’s that rarely is good news ever given here. But that’s usually their fault. She might be wrong this ti-“

“Your dad wants to talk to you.”