Joy
Mommy tried to pretend that everything was okay, but I could tell she was really worried about the house. She spent a long time on the phone with her lawyer, and then she wandered from room to room like she was already calculating what to sell, what to throw away, and what to pack. A couple of times she pulled out a business card, read the names on it, and then shook her head and put the card away.
Of course, I wasn’t really worried, because if we couldn’t find our own apartment, I was confident that Mr. Falcon would help us. Even if he hadn’t fallen in love with my mom and kissed her yet, I just knew he was a very nice man, and he would help us just because he could.
Which was the total opposite of my real dad, who seemed to be hurting us, just because he could. The week of school
