Chapter 2The overcooked roast and underdone broccoli casserole foreshadowed the tense discussion attempted over the evening meal. It began with pleasantries, “How was your day, do you have any homework?” Mom asked without pausing between the two questions.
To test my suspicion that neither of them would be tuned in enough to care what I answered, I replied with, “Fabulous day at school, thanks for asking. We had a sub for biology today, and you wouldn’t believe who it was...Satan. Yep, the man in red, pitchfork and all.” There was no response so I continued, “He assigned us six chapters in our books and told us to slaughter six animals tonight.” Both of my parents sat, pushing their food around on their plates as though I had said nothing at all. I dropped my utensils onto my plate, “Enou
