Not at school, not at home… and every time I turned around, another person I’d known forever felt like a stranger to me.
Even I felt like a stranger to me. Standing around eating little round crackers smeared with whipped cheese
and fish eggs didn’t do much for my mood either. My mother was acting like an entire swarm of busy bees.
She was everywhere. In the kitchen, out of the kitchen. Serving drinks, handing out napkins.
Explaining the food, but not eating a thing. Lynetta didn’t buy Mom’s explanation on the hors d’oeuvres –
she wound up dissecting hers, categorizing the parts into gross, disgusting, and revolting.
Hanging near her didn’t stop the Baker boys from shoving crackers in whole, though.
Man, I was just waiting for them to wrap themselves around a table leg and flex.
Juli, her dad, and my grandfather were off to the side talking nonstop about something,
and my dad was over with Mrs. Baker looking about as stupid as I felt, standing by myself talking to no one.
My mom flutters over to me and says, “You doing okay, honey?” “Yeah,” I tell her, but she forces me over to where Granddad is anyway.
“Go on, go on,” she whispers. “Dinner will be ready in a minute.”
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