Was John mean to Mom because of me? I pulled the covers over me to create my dark cocoon and hummed my favorite Aristocats song, “Ev’rybody Wants to be a Cat,” until I fell asleep. The next morning, everybody acted like nothing happened. Mom was making us PB&B (peanut butter and butter) sandwiches for the road to Dad’s. John was sitting in the La-Z-Boy drinking Yoo-hoo and eating Hostess Sno Balls. Did they forget? Am I the only one who remembered? Did I make it up?
The next days when everyone acted fine SUCKED
