Shirley Morgan Narrative

It was a dark night already. But the parcel of land that some man claimed many years in the past and built what was once their home upon seemed much more ominous than its present day surroundings. The reason was— Well… The house was perfect. It was in an upper-middle class suburb on the outskirts of Boston that was apart of a wonderful school district that helped set the children up for success. The house was the one pictured when people say “All American Dream.” Two levels— which did not include the basement. Once inside there was a fair sized entry way that allowed a few people at the time to stand and take off their shoes, coats, jackets, or whatever they needed off. No more than three steps in, there would be an option of three ways. Left, there’s the stairs that lead to the

Sometimes those people had no way of even getting in his way. That just showed the type of man he was, he always had and always will have the desire to remain in power or even get higher than where he was so he could be untouchable. Because of these tendencies, he didn’t just cheat those who rivaled him in his professional life, but also in his family life. For the most part he sticks to cheating his wife, but the side effects of the parents disconnect travels down the line and hurts the children as well. He use to make promises to the youngest that the family would get better when she was much younger, but things didn’t change then, and was impossible to change now. Why would he change? No one on the outside knows, therefore his reputation is still untarnished. There is no need to change. So, a woman comes by who’s willing to sleep with him, he would take her without a second thought. The blame couldn’t be completely thrust upon Morgan alone, these women are willing to sleep with someone who they knew was married, for, he had never once taken off his