Chapter One
His sister Katy wore an odd expression, sitting at the kitchen table alone, staring at seven papers. She’d ripped the staple out of them, and it now lay on the table beside an almost empty bowl with a spoon sticking out. There was milk spilled beside it. How could she not see that? It was so close to her arm that if she moved, it would be in the milk, and that wouldn’t be good because then she’d have to change her shirt, which was already wrinkled.
“Why are you standing behind me, Trevor?” She didn’t look up right away, but he watched as she put down the papers, scattering them on the table in a mess instead of straightening them in a pile. He could see the milk still there. She was about to put her arm in it as she rested it on the table and turned to face him.
“Aren’t you
