At seven o'clock that night, I knocked on his door. “Hey,” I said. “Hey,” he said back.
He wasn't using his PlayStation or reading a comic book. He was just lying in his bed looking at the ceiling.
Daisy, as always, was next to him on the bed, her head draped over his legs.
The Bleeding Scream costume was crumpled up on the floor next to the Boba Fett costume.
“How's your stomach?” I said, sitting next to him on the bed.
“I'm still nauseous.” “You sure you're not up for the Halloween Parade?” “Positive.”
This surprised me. Usually August was such a trouper about his medical issues,
whether it was skateboarding a few days after a surgery or sipping food through a straw when his mouth was practically bolted shut.
This was a kid who's gotten more shots, taken more medicines, put up with more procedures by the age of ten
than most people would have to put up with in ten lifetimes, and he was sidelined from a little nausea?
“You want to tell me what's up?” I said, sounding a bit like Mom. “No.”
“Is it school?” “Yes.” “Teachers? Schoolwork? Friends?” He didn’t answer.
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