Chapter 21
When I woke up on the couch, I thought I was still dreaming.
My aunt and uncle prepared breakfast as usual, but Mikey sat solemnly at the table. He was dressed in knee-high striped socks, curly slippers with bells on the ends, and lederhosen like the kids in The Sound of Music. In addition to that, he had on a wig made entirely of tinsel.
“Whaaaat?” I sat up, rubbing my eyes to drive out the grogginess. I was so tired I felt like I was going to throw up. “Mikey?”
I couldn’t believe that was my brother. I’d never seen him sit still before.
“It’s Christmas in July,” Aunt Libby said, bringing me a plate of pancakes with a side of bacon. She set it on the coffee table, which was super-weird. Our family ate every meal at the kitchen table. Food wasn’t allowed on the cou
