Chapter 5
Sunday morning, and in the kitchen, I find my parents having coffee and toast together. They look relaxed. My dad has a lazy smile on his face, so they must have had a good time last night. The twins are stumbling around the room, running after a frantic fly.
“Thanks so much for babysitting last night.” My mother grabs my face and kisses me. “Let me make you some pancakes.”
“No, I don’t have time.” I pour the last of the coffee in my The Crow mug and dump too much sugar in there. “I have to leave soon.” I look around for the peanut butter.
“Where you going, baby?”
“Church.”
My dad squints at me. “What?”
“Yeah, you know, I thought it could be interesting.” I swallow some coffee, but my throat is a little tight.
“Interesting? How’s that?” My father puts his cup down. “I don
