"In fifteen years, I've never seen a spider infestation this bad," the exterminator said, pushing his glasses up on his nose. Sweat greased his pudgy face. "But the spray should kill 'em in no time."
Dad stuck his hand out. "Thanks so much, Herman. We really appreciate it."
"I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner." Herman shook Dad's hand and opened the front door. "I'll send you the bill."
"Please do." Dad shut the door behind him and sighed. "I guess I better get to work. You'll be okay here by yourself?"
I couldn't look Dad in the eye, not after I'd seen the book he was reading. "I'll be fine."
"Feel better." Dad kissed me on top of my head and left through the back door.
As soon as the garage closed, I swept through the house to look for spiders. I wasn't sick. Not physically
