CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
July 6, 2010
Early morning
Mrs. Seabrook tossed Calvin and his blankets onto the floor at five AM like food scraps onto a compost heap. Of course, he couldn’t think of a gentler way that would have actually succeeded in waking him.
He was dressed and trying to eat his oatmeal by the unmerciful time of five thirty AM. Mrs. Seabrook sat beside him and patched over his bruise from Percy’s headstone with skin-colored paint from a bottle.
Cleo appeared in a dark skirt and white blouse with her hair pulled into a neat bun. A hint of color on her mouth indicated lip gloss.
“You ready?” she asked him.
“As ready as I can be.”
Martin complimented Calvin on his suit when they passed in the hall, and Calvin returned with, “I can afford more than second-hand now.”
His fath
