The Great Mother

11

Antony stared at Doris nervously. The unstable basketball hoop didn't have any psychological effect on Doris. She sat upright in her wheelchair with her hands on the armrests on either side as if she was sitting on a throne.

"Where is my phone?" The tone of Doris was like that of a mistress. Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Dog exchanged a glance, and then Mr. Dog bowed and went outside. Soon he came back with the phone and presented it to Doris with both hands.

A sense of uneasiness mixed with doubt climbed up Antony's chest along with the pain in his leg.

Doris squinted her presbyopic eyes, moved her phone a little away, then lifted her chin and pointed to Antony. Mr. Dog understood what Doris meant. He walked towards Antony with Doris's phone and put the screen in front of Antony.

The phone screen was fixed on a still image of the security camera. Antony reached out a trembling finger and tapped the play button. Then he stared at the video screen, his pupils widening.