Chapter Five
Confessions While Dangling From The Ceiling
Jacks official arrival didnt begin until the following morning, when just before dawn, he snuck out of my attic room and down the fire escape. Duffel bag in hand, he walked the long mile across town, to his mothers house.
Part of my punishment was making me wait nearly twelve hours until I saw him again that evening. He said there were arrangements to be made, things he had to do, and there would need to be at least an hour or two talking to his mom at their kitchen tablethis I understood. Rose Wright was not nearly as pushy, nosy or manipulative as Sophie Green or Lavinia. I used to think that Lydias and my mom were hatched from the same womb. Not that they were physically alike. Far from it. Sophie was short and squat, a pl
