In short, I couldn’t picture any discipline worse than my daily routine, giving me no desire to give in to her demands. Without an answer from me, mother resumed her attempts to pry the door open. With as hard as mother was pounding and tugging on the closet door, I was amazed that it hadn’t given way. At last, she leaned back against the wall, panting heavily.
“Listen you little bitch. I’m coming back in a few minutes and if you aren’t out of the closet by then I will make you regret it.”
The front door opened, and I heard mother step outside, though I didn’t have any idea of where she would be going or what she was doing.