The next morning, I woke up to someone pounding on my apartment door. I tried to ignore it, but it just got louder.
Then, I heard Mrs. Pendleton yelling in the hallway, telling me to get out there or she’d go get the super to open the door. I knew she’d do it, too, so I dragged my ass out of bed.
“Where’s that boy of yours?” she said. “Where’s Sean? He missed his readin’ lesson yesterday and now today, too.”
The only thing that sunk in at first was that I didn’t know she was even giving him reading lessons. “What’re you talkin’ about?” I said, rubbing my eyes so hard they squeaked.
Mrs. Pendleton smacked my hand away from my eyes. “Wake up, dumbskull!” she said, her own eyes looking about ten times normal size from behind her thick glasses. “Don’t you even know where your own bo
