Split decision
The house seemed quiet, empty in a way. The TV was on the sound was normal but there was still an odd emptiness. Milhouse knew what it was, it was his dad, Kirk. This morning he had told Milhouse of his and his moms decision to divorce, Milhouse had been hit by a steam train, or so it seemed. He hadnt gone to school that day, he had stayed in his bedroom crying. No amount of comfort from his mother had helped. That had been this morning, it was now evening, he and his mother had eaten tea in silence, Milhouse supposed if his mother wanted to tell him the reason why she would, at the moment she had chose not too.
Bart had called earlier but Milhouse had told his mother to simply say he wasnt feeling well, he wasnt but not in a sickness kind of way, he just didnt feel well. The TV was just a mirage of moving colours, nothing was sinking in, Milhouse simply didnt register what was happening on screen, even the new itchy and scratchy programme offered little to him. Milhouse knew his mother Luanne was sat on the sofa behind him, she never spoke she simply sat there, she also didnt seem to notice the TV even though she was watching it. Her soft voice suddenly spoke, come on Milhouse lets get you ready for bed.
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