Chapter 7
A few hours later, I was sitting at the kitchen table, trying to solve a math problem I couldn’t quite figure out. The answer kept eluding me. There must have been something slightly off in my calculations. I’d been at it for half an hour. There was nothing on TV and I’d read every book in this house twice or more. Well, except for that book I’d been given as a reading assignment in my advanced French class.
Didn’t feel like reading about no bloody musketeers.
Someone was knocking on our front door and I glanced up, but couldn’t see the entrance from where I sat. I slipped out of my chair and walked into the dark hallway, one of my socks catching in a loose floor board. I checked my mother’s bedroom door. She was locked in again, watching her soaps. She’d tape them during the
