Mr. Osborn Alternate Ending

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“Fine, mother, fine,” Eli replied with a bored tone. He played with his food as he spoke, adopting the same vacant expression his father wore and slouching in his chair, wrinkling his suit. “Where...Where were you located?” asked Autumn, choking slightly on a bite of food. Eli looked up at her, fork stopping in midair, and he didn’t speak for several moments. An awkward silence hung heavily in the air. “Brazil,” he finally said, staring intently at his food once more. Autumn didn’t have a clue as what she should say next, so she took an unreasonably large bite of food and almost choked again. The rest of dinner passed quietly, only the clinking of forks against plates kept them company. When at last the distant chimes of the grandfather clocked announced that it was nine o’clock, Mr. Osborn stood up, gave Mrs. Osborn a chaste kiss, then exited the room. Mrs. Osborn watched him go, then, with a sigh, swept out after him. Eli and Autumn were the only ones left in the room, still stewing in that heavy silence. “Sooo,” Autumn said, trying to one last time to break the ice, “What’s it like in Brazil?” …show more content…

All of the sudden the sickness she had been working so hard to control finally rose up. She was overwhelmed by dizziness and rushed out into the dark hall, leaning against a wall. Heart pounding, breath heavy, she felt a tingling in her fingers again. This time, she was out the door sliding on the slippery lawns before she changed and she returned to the small grove of trees at the bottom of the lawn, cold from the ground dimming her fever. She lifted her head slightly to look back at the house, dominating the dark skyline. In the enormous windows of the dining room, framed in soft yellow light, stood Eli, hands behind his back, staring into the inky night. His stance was that of a king who had returned from a long battle and was now surveying his empire, welcoming back the control. A chill unrelated to the rain came over

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