Chapter 3I lasted less than a day before calling Dad.
“How’s it going?” he asked, like nothing in the world had changed. In his, I suppose, nothing had. Mine was the one like a giant snow globe that had suddenly been shaken up by a vicious child.
“I’ve been hanging out with Jerry,” I tested. It was true. Our night of pool and lasagna had turned into a blast once I made the conscious decision not to dwell on all my unanswered questions. As long as I concentrated on Jerry, I could laugh and smile and actually mean both.
“That’s good to hear. He spends too much time on his own. Getting out will do him some good.”
“It’s more snowmobiling than actually going into town or anything.” The only reason we hadn’t gone out today was because Jerry had to work tonight. I insisted he sleep this after
