CHAPTER 19WEIGHTS
NAOMI
Congratulations were not forthcoming, of course—except from Jonathan, who grinned like a loon. Dad’s stunned silence and Mom’s icy one were, in fact, better reactions than I’d anticipated. I couldn’t expect jubilation in the face of what looked very much like their daughter’s second act of matrimonial lunacy.
The word lunacy, I remembered, dated from a time when fits of madness were blamed on the moon. I glanced at the pale thumbnail gleaming through the window. A Cheshire-cat moon, which matched my mood rather nicely. I expected to be able to stand on my head any minute. Or float up into the sky. Curses on Ginger for making me sore and weak-kneed at a time when I wanted to jump on the bed and sing.
I had hoped to pack Mom and Dad off to a hotel tonight, but aft
