Samir didn"t come home that night. Figures. He doesn"t even like you, just shares a room with you because you"re easy.
Figures. He doesn"t even like you, just shares a room with you because you"re easy.In the morning, I could smell bacon frying and greasy eggs. I pulled on my best jeans and stomped downstairs. Mrs. Powolski turned and looked up at me, brandishing the egg flipper. Grease flew from the spatula into the air. I flopped into one of the fragile-looking vintage chairs.
“I"m leaving,” I said. “Going to stay at the float house from now on.”
“In the wintertime? Dang cold out there in December and January,” Mr. Powolski said, then belched.
“You got permission to leave us, girl?” Mrs. Powolski asked. The lone parrot sang in its cage. His or her cage. The cat wasn"t there.
“Yes. I
