Hearts, Minds and Souls.

ered what they might be talking about. Maybe Rita's pregnant, she thought, going across the kitchen to the dining area. As they saw her coming, they st

d and placing an apple pie on her plate. Everyone was quiet for the rest of the meal; only the sounds of the chirping, singing birds outside. Becka

ngs forward too early. "Don't you have any plans of returning to high school? Or getting a job?" he asked. "I've told you I don't have an idea of what to do. Sandra is still too young for me to leave her at home, if she's about a year old, I can try to make things work again." she answered tensely. There was silence. "Rita and I have made a decision." Harry broke the silence, "You're not welcome in this house anymore." he added. Becka shrank. "I don't... understand." she said. "That means you have to find somewhere else to live." Rita spoke up for her husband. "Yes, Becka. Rita's pregnant, and we'll have to put up the baby's nursery. Your room would

ked the plates. Becka stood from her chair and fled to her room. She put Sandra in the crib and collapsed on her bed, crying. Why would they do this to me? she wondered. She was confused- she didn't know where she would go, had no money to rent a house, and she couldn't imagine herself living in a garbage site.

aking. "Why do you want her out?" Harry asked. "She's too lazy and she rarely does the cleaning. She also has the guts to tell me to help me watch over Sandra while she goes to meet her boyfriends." Rita answered. Becka opened her mouth wide. Rita had always behaved like she was pleased to help her look

n the bathroom. She stayed there for a while until she heard the front door slam shut. She came out of the bathroom and sat on her bed. She understo

n't wait to get rid