Chapter Thirty-Nine‘You spoke to a spiritualist?’
‘Yes.’
Mrs Moss leans forward eagerly. ‘Alex, that’s brilliant! What a great idea. Did she have any interesting ideas to share?’
I shrug. She did, sure. But that doesn’t mean I wanna share them with you, Mrs Moss.
She presses her lips together. ‘I see.’ I wait for her to ask something else, but she doesn’t. I wait for her to change the topic, lead it on to something else; ask me how I’m doing with my homework or something. But she doesn’t.
So now I’m just waiting. And I’m sick of waiting. I feel like that’s all I’ve been doing for months now; waiting for the answer to fall into my lap tied neatly with a bow, all ready for me to take to Jenna. It’s like I’ve been half-heartedly trying, clutching at books and movies and religions, thinki
