Chapter 7October 13th, Friday Evening
Trisha bounced off the couch when we walked in. Mom had called her to babysit Nana. She was about to clap but then she got a good look at my face and subsided. "Oh. It didn't go to well?"
Mom hugged me to her side. "She'll get it the next time. Right, honey?"
"Yeah."
"Trisha, how is Nana doing?"
"Oh fine, Joyce. She's a lot easier to sit than some of the brats I have to look after. She watched her shows and then got in bed. She was asleep when I checked last."
"I'll just go take a look, thank you."
Mom gave me another squeeze and went on down the hall. Trisha pouted. "Sorry. That sucks. What happened?"
"I got nervous," I said. I dropped onto the couch and tossed my keys into the basket on the coffee table. "I screwed up. I thought I was in cont
