I WOKE UP IN THE MORNING thinking about that kiss. I woke up reliving it in my mind. My first kiss! My first one ever and it had to be with a weird girl I barely knew. It was strange, but I’d never been able to picture myself kissing anyone. I’d never wanted to.
Why couldn’t I stop thinking about it?
As I rolled over on my lumpy, pokey straw mattress, I forced my brain to change the subject. I forced myself to think about the dinner my dad had brought home the night before, which sat like a brick at the base of my belly. I figured he’d get a pizza or Chinese food, but his version of take-out was a little different from what I was expecting.
Apparently the people who worked at Great-Aunt Esther’s old age home were really fond of my dad. He was the only person who visited a relative eve
