After breakfast I go upstairs. My nagging little headache is back. I’ve been to the doctor several times the last two years at Monie’s insistence, had more tests than I care to think of. The upside is I don’t have a tumor or anything serious. The downside is they don’t know why I get them. Monie has been playing with my diet to see if there’s anything I’ve been eating to bring them on. So far, we haven’t found anything. That leaves me with medication. I don’t like pills, but I don’t like the headaches more, so I pop a Trokendi, which usually does the trick, and go back downstairs.
My mom is helping Monie clean up and the two of them are talking about John when I come around the corner. Christie is gone, escaped to her room no doubt. When Mom sees me, she changes the subject. “When does Th
