Mabel Knickerbocker - Short Story - Fiction
She wasn't paying attention. That's what happened to Mabel Knickerbocker the day she died. On the eve of her 50 th birthday, she was, as usual, doing things for other people. It's how she lived her life. It's how she died, too. By the time Timothy Knickerbocker could talk, his mother Mabel had already had five other Knickerbocker children. Each one a right mess of problems with talking back and acting out and being all around nuisances whenever Mabel needed them to behave. Timothy, being the kind of child who was, above all things, good-natured, never understood the lengths to which his brothers and sisters went to torment poor Mabel. "You're always my good child, boy," Mabel always said to Timothy. "I've been trying to get a good child all this time. Now that I got it right, I'm done birthing babies!" And she kept her word, though no one really knows if she would have, had her husband Hank not suddenly disappeared. Other than Hank, his...