Big Trouble, Blind ParentsPete missed the white mist, the cool dove, and the killer roller coaster ride. He missed the comic book, and his toes were hurting. He couldn’t wait to pry off his pinching shoes, lie down, and prop his battered feet upon a pillow. For that, he didn’t have far to go because he lived so close, a mere two doors from Jack’s house. As he hurried home, he saw both his parents’ cars parked in the driveway.
That was odd. His mom’s job didn’t end until four, and his dad said he had a meeting to attend after work.
Pete’s fingers tingled as he reached the door and turned the knob. The last time he touched it, he was fleeing for his life from a vicious beast that only he could hear. He stepped carefully inside the house.
“Mom! I’m home! Dad! Where are you two?”
He heard
