Chapter 12
Jim got home from the party at seven P.M. and wasn’t terribly shocked to find George sitting at the dinner table and talking to Mom like everything was fine. He expected, against his hopes, that Mom would keep him away. Jim wanted to throw up.
Mom wore her best housedress and a necklace Jim hadn’t seen for a long time. She smiled like it was Christmas. “Jim, there you are. Are you hungry? There’s meatloaf and mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables in the oven.”
Jim was speechless, and there he sat, smiling like a pig in s**t.
“Oh, George and I have been talking and he’s promised things will be different now. He apologized for hitting me, and I said I was sorry for making him mad so he had to hit me. Sometimes I get in a mood and upset him so that’s why he gets angry. I’m goi
