Chapter 13: Trying Not To Freak Out In My New Life
~ Gwen ~
The house smelled like whatever Aunt Anne was cooking, something with garlic and herbs that reminded me, unexpectedly and without warning, of Sunday evenings back in Boston. My mother used to cook on Sundays. She would put music on low and move around the kitchen like she had all the time in the world, and the whole apartment would fill up with warmth and the smell of something good.
I stood at the dining table and laid out the cutlery without thinking too hard about that, because thinking too hard about it led somewhere I wasn't ready to go.
"So how was school today?" Aunt Anne called from the stove.
"It was good," I said.
A pause from the kitchen. "Just good?"
"Yep."
"Nothing specific? No class you enjoyed? No conversati
