Chapter 27: Had a Bad DreamNoah came to the table about an hour later, after Jackson had put on his running shorts and disappeared out the front door. I fixed a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice for Noah, watched as he ate. His forehead was purplish with bruises, his skin starting to brown from the sun we’d got yesterday.
Are we going to see Papa’s parents today? he asked.
I nodded.
They don’t like me, he said, frowning.
They don’t like me either.
Really?
Really.
He grinned.
We don’t need people to like us, do we? I asked.
He shook his head.
I had a bad dream.
What was it, sweetie?
I was in a big house and someone was chasing me and I couldn’t get away.
Who was chasing you?
I don’t know, he said, frowning.
Was it the blue man?
Maybe. I don’t remember.
You’re safe now, I
