“Something strange happened to me last night.”
His mother looked up at him while finishing the breakfast dishes. “What?”
“I felt someone sit on the end of my bed,” Bryan explained.
His mother remained silent, her attention once more on the suds in the sink.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” he asked.
His mother rinsed a plate and stacked it with the rest. “What do you want me to say?”
Bryan shrugged. “Nothing,” he replied. He bit into his toast and left the room. He could feel his mother’s eyes on him as he went and he regretted ever mentioning it.
That afternoon he sat down to study. Final exams were only a month away and the city, two months after that. He had to pass because good results were his ticket out of town. If he failed, he’d have to repeat his final year at high schoo
