Chapter 87
His mother’s flat, cold voice was not a good sign, not with those eyes. John felt how angry she really was, and he couldn’t do anything about it but follow her.
Why are you still so scared? I know you wanted to do that to those boys for years.
No, James, I didn’t want to do that to anyone. You’ve gone too far, but not now.
“In the kitchen,” John’s mother said in the same cold voice.
John walked down the long hall past the sitting room and dining room without saying a word. At this point he didn’t think he could make things any worse.
Serious conversations in his family always seemed to happen in the kitchen, and he couldn’t remember a more serious problem than this one.
Whatever she said, he deserved.
John didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget his twin’s horrible laug
