Tal paced the living room with the phone to her ear. Her face was contorted in frustration as she talked to her mother. Never a straight answer with her... She thought as she prepared to yell into the mouth piece again. Disgruntled, she hung up, thinking it would be wiser for her to do so than to go into an irrational outburst. It's the same answer every time: 'I don't know.' Does she ever know anything? Tal set the phone down on the coffee table and plopped herself down onto the couch with her arms and legs crossed. She turned to face the window. The clouds looked heavy and dark as if it was about to rain. How she would love to step out into that rain and let the water wash down her, allowing her to forget all her worries. She still had to get ready for work at the hotel across town. The bills were not going to pay themselves. Her sis was going to be home soon, she surmised. The only thing that could come close to standing in the rain was a nice, cold shower.