Chapter 26
A week later, I sat across from Reese's mom, Joanne, at a small kitchen table, having stew. She had blond hair that took on the texture of straw that fell to her shoulders. Her roots were darker. She looked like an older version of a rocker chick from the '80s that was animated and sometimes a little loud.
Reese sat next to me, and his stepdad, Bernard Krol, sat across from him. Bernard was a skinny, balding man with glasses and a goatee. He said little since Joanne was the talker of the two.
Their kitchen was small and cozy with little knick-knacks a la the '80s. A mixture of decorative copper cooking spoons and flowery dessert plates hung on the wall. They'd jam-packed it with stuff, and for some reason, it felt homey.
Joanne was staring at me a lot but smiled each time we
