Frankie lay in bed listening to her father’s truck sputter to life and then drive on out of earshot. Seven fifteen – Bern would be asleep for at least three more hours. She padded quietly to the kitchen, grabbed a box of Cap’n Crunch from the cupboard and poured it into a bowl. She’d heard Bern come in at ten after twelve last night, but by then her dad was snoring on the couch and didn’t even notice. Bern would tell him she got in at eleven thirty and he’d agree so he could pretend he wasn’t passed out.
This place was so boring.
That girl Robyn would be waiting for her, but if she snuck out now she would be dead. There was never anything to do here. Bernie was boring. Summer was boring and the sun was out and the trailer was going to be really hot. Frankie turned on the counter fan and
