Chapter 18: Time to Change
I half-expect my mother to be waiting on the other side of the door when I open it, one hand on her hip, one foot tapping, ready to yell at us for sleeping in so late. But maybe she’s right, maybe I do think everything revolves around me, because I’m almost disappointed no one’s there when we step out into the hallway. I have to resist the urge to call out and announce we’re up. Hello? I want to shout. Here we are! Happy now?
Instead of saying anything, though, Dan and I hurry down the hall to our bedroom. As we pass the kitchen, I glance over and see my mother sitting at the dining room table, where she has the newspaper spread out in front of her. Probably doing the daily crossword. My crossword, not that I do it, but still. I don’t even read the paper, it’s
