The year was 1986, and Ms. Sillow had lived for well over a century by now. She was the oldest person on Earth - and it showed. She looked worse than ever before. Much of her delicate white hair had fallen out, leaving three quarters of her scalp visible; her eyes were now so low that they hardly appeared to be opened at all; her arthritis had caused her frame to undergo further compression; and pustules, the majority of them draining, speckled her entire body. It was as though her evilness was eating her from the inside out. She was content with being to her lonesome at this stage in her life, so one can only imagine the rage overcame her when her phone began ringing for the first time in almost a decade.
“Hello, daughter,” Ms. Sillow answered, doing her best to conceal the anger in her voice.
“Hello, mother. It’s been a while,” Sondra replied cautiously. “Please don’t chastise me. All I want is to talk to my son.”
With Joshua not being present at the moment to take her call, Ms. Sillow had no choice but to resort to her mind games all over again. “And why would I chastise you?” She pretended to sound confused. “I haven’t heard from my one child in forever. I have dearly missed hearing your voice, my dear. Besides, I’m surprised that I haven’t heard from you sooner; I know how much the boy means to you. But, unfortunately, he isn’t here at the moment. He loves heading out in the surrounding wilderness to exercise. He’s such a big boy now, and staying in shape is one of his main priorities. He looks like he’s going to be just as big as his grandfather was one day.
“Besides, you forgot that you’re to call on the last day of each month, seven o’clock.” Ms. Sillow certainly hadn’t developed Alzheimer’s disease in old age.
Utterly shocked by the calm and sensible manner in which her mother was conducting herself, Sondra didn’t hesitate to comply with her order. “Alright, mother, that won’t be a problem. I’ll call back then. And thank you so much for being so kind and cooperative. I was expecting to hear you ridicule me the instant that you heard my voice. You really made calling back to the cottage worthwhile.”
Ms. Sillow was undoubtedly a mastermind.