31I wondered why Moon Rock would hurt me so badly, when all I did was love him.
In the kitchen, popping popcorn, Mom approached the inevitable subject. “I think, Baby, I think Moon Rock’s got to go.”
“No, it was my fault. I snuck up behind him and scared him. It’s not his fault. He’s a reptile.”
“Yeah, but if he did it once, he’ll do it again.”
I called Skye, crying, telling her I almost died and that Mom was going to get rid of Moon Rock.
“Life sucks,” Skye said. “Everything good turns out bad. I want to die.”
Talk about self-obsessed. I sure wasn’t getting the empathy I needed. I wondered why I would expect that from Skye. She was probably stoned.
“Thanks. I needed to hear that,” I said. “I’ll talk to you later.”
Mom had melted a stick of butter and was pouring it all over the po
