Marsha sighed as her son Bernie threw another load of food across the kitchen table at his sister, "Bernie!", she waved threatingly with the spoon, "That's the last time you do that, or I'll hit you around your head with it!", Bernie nodded and blushed, "Apologise to your sister", as they did she turned back. Children, she sighed softly. She placed the cake batter into the oven, when she got back.<br/><br/>Then grabbed Bernie and Janine's jackets, walking them to the Ford Escort parked out front they slipped into the backseat. Both dressed in there school uniforms, as she stopped she told them that she would pick them up later that day. They nodded and quickly walked away, Marsha put the car into D and drove off. Pulling it to the side of the road somewhere, opening her purse she pulled out her last dirty pleasure. Lighting the cigarrette she sighed softly. At least that felt good.<br/><br/>The thirty-something mom, her hair not done really. Just hanging loosely around her shoulders stared into the rear-view mirror, her eyes closing for a moment. She contemplated her life for a moment, but found that she was even more lost without her abusive husband. Turning the ignition and throwing the cigarette out of the window she drove off.