My dearest uncle is long departed from me and the day that it happened started out very unusual.  We got up for breakfast and a long day of just relaxing.  It was Sunday and we had opted not to go to church due to the weather outside.   Rainy and cold-old Mr Wind was angry and trying its hardest to push things around.

I smiled as my next door neighbor left for church and I spied the paper on the porch.  Deciding to get it I ran out in my pajamas and heard the door shut behind me.   Thinking I wouldn’t be out there for long I had come out without telling my uncle were I had gone.    What I didn’t hear was the soft click of the door lock.

I picked up the paper and heard my friend yell across the street.  “Good Morning!  Going to church in the miserable weather?”

Shaking my head in a negative way I turned to go back into the house and that’s when the dreadful feeling hit my stomach with a punch of a fighter.  I knew something was wrong and that I wouldn’t be getting into the house very soon.   Shaking because of the rain I headed for the door laughing to myself that I had even listened to the feeling and as soon as my hand hit the doorknob I knew in my heart that it was locked.

My spirits sank low as I turned the knob and nothing happened.   I knew I would be out her for awhile.  My uncle had said his back hurt ,so he was going to soak in the tub.    When my uncle soaks in the tub he has been in there for a couple of hours.   He keeps re-warming the water and just lying there as his muscles stopping throbbing.   I knocked on the door anyway and the knob turned in my hand.

Knocking with all my strength I knew deep down that my uncle wouldn’t hear my pounding over the noise of the water.    I screamed his name and listened.   Nothing happened as I started to shiver.  My pajamas were getting soaked through and through.

Wrapping my arms around my slender body I snuggled back into the alcove-trying to shelter me out of the wind.   I waited and waited for my uncle to get out of the tub.  

To make a long story short I waited on the porch for an hour before I heard my uncle calling my name and pounded on the door to get his attention.   Hearing him coming toward the door laughter I knew that I wouldn’t hear the end of it very soon.