CHAPTER FOUR
I was glad when I saw my house as I biked down the streets of my neighborhood. After all of the excitement at work today, I was ready to just go up to my room and fall asleep. I might even skip dinner. While I was hungry, I was also very tired from fighting the Three Fingers. I’m sure Mom would understand if I didn’t want to eat the dinner she made for me. Then again, Mom said she was making fried chicken and mashed potatoes for dinner today. How could I possibly say no to that, even if I was dead tired?
As I approached the house, I saw a sleek red truck in the driveway, which I recognized as the car of my older brother, James. That didn’t surprise me. While James was currently going to college, he was home for winter break and would not be going back to school until sometim
