Hearts, Minds and Souls.

es. "Becka, what kind of fuckin' sleep were you sleeping? Sandra has been crying for the past fifteen minutes." Rita said, looking sleepy in her lilac coloured

t. Good night, Rita."Becka said with a friendly smile. Rita waved faintly and left the room. Becka put Sandra into the crib and sat up on her bed. She didn't feel like sleeping anymore. She got up from the bed, walked up to the window and unlatched it. She looked up at the moon. The air was so cool, so Becka found herself leaning on the window for more breeze. Her baby made a little sound, and she reasoned that Sandra might not like the breeze, so she closed the window. She went to the sitting room. She felt like watching T.V, but she knew Harry would

trol to flick through the channels. Saturday!, Becka hissed. Rita was usually in a kind of nasty mood on Saturdays, and she often preferred to prepare breakfast at no time less than ten o'clock. Four hours more!, Becka fumed. "There's a lot to do, Becka. You've got to do the washing, there's a huge pile of clothes to be washed. The rug needs vacuum cleaning, and the tiles have to be mopped. You need to wash the utensil and the plates and-" Rita was still talking when Becka interrupted. " I ain't doing anything!!" she snapped furiously. Rita looked at her as if with new eyes. "Oh, I see. You've really grown wings as big as that of an albatross. You fuckin', stinking girl has the guts in the world to stand there and tell me that you ain't doing hous