CHAPTER 13
Cissy’s chipper voice carries from my front door into my dingy bedroom. “Hello, Momma Lewis. Is Myla home?”
Sitting upright in bed, I slam shut the schoolbook in my hands.
Cissy’s here. Sweet.
I glance at my Darth Vader alarm clock; the thrax autumn tournament ended hours ago. In a feat of super stealthy-ness, I was able to sneak home without Mom seeing me or my muddy dress, thanks in large part to the world’s biggest bathroom-window-s***h-emergency-entrance. Since then, I’ve been waiting on pins and needles for some news from Cissy.
Mom speaks next. “I thought you and Myla were at your house.”
Leaping to my feet, I rush through my bedroom door. “Hi, Mom! Hey, Cissy!” I find both of them standing in the opened doorway. Cissy’s in sweats and a t-shirt; Mom wears a look that
