Mom was ‘apparently unaware’ that it was Senior Skip day though I had mentioned it several times before. I was already acing my classes and wouldn’t miss any finals that day, so she didn’t seem terribly perturbed by the prospect.
Nevertheless, I was quite surprised to find her car in the driveway when I got to the house. She was rarely home from work before five. I thought about heading over to a friend’s instead, but was curious as to why she would be home.
I quietly let myself in the front door. Upstairs, I could hear the bath running; another oddity for this time of day. I slowly climbed the stairs and entered the master suite. Mom’s work clothes were laid out on the bed: skirt, blouse, belt, stockings, pumps, and bra. I looked over and found the door to her bath ajar, light shining through.
Clearly I had walked in on her preparing to bathe, which was a very strange thing for Mom to come home in the middle of the day and do. Nevertheless, my curiosity should have been satisfied. I could have simply retreated and asked her about it afterwards. Instead, I felt myself drawn to the open doorway.