CHAPTER 7
That evening Sal had come home late – very late. His mom of course wasn’t home -- she was still at the hospital keeping his dad company. Little Joe had posted a note on the fridge hoping his mom would see it. It mentioned Mrs. Lara was coming over tomorrow. But the chance that she would actually read it might have been wishful thinking on his part.
Now he sat alone on the living room couch, flipping channels and listening to the sound of summer right outside his window – kids yelling, parents screaming, and bells on bicycles jingling away. He kept the lights off all around him, but he could see the twilight was approaching and Sal wasn’t home yet. He had come to reproach the nighttime – it was now something he dreaded, something that with it came an undeniable sense of des
