Something shatters on the kitchen floor. The noise startles Odie, and she has to stop herself from screaming because she’s supposed to be upstairs thinking about what she’s done. She zips up the luggage as quickly as she can, nervous about what might have broken and whether their father will be even madder. She imagines glass on the floor, Mommy hurt. But then she hears a laugh. A normal, ha-ha sort of laugh, like when Odie tells a funny knock-knock joke, so maybe everything is fine, after all.
