Chapter 12
The bowl of Corn Flakes before him tasted more like cardboard flakes than any cereal Sam would’ve picked out for himself, but when he’d gone shopping with Aunt Jan a few days before, he’d been reluctant to pick anything out he’d like better. She insisted that feeding him was the least she could do while he was there, so he hadn’t been contributing to the grocery bill, which sort of made him think he shouldn’t be asking for tastier cereal, so he’d suffer through the bland bowl on the table before him.
Aunt Jan had the paper open next to him as she sipped her coffee, and Sam stared out into an open field, into oblivion. The night before, just being with Macey, doing something quite ordinary and unexciting, had been wondrous. How she could make selling fireworks seem like fun was
