Chapter 156

“We’re going to a funeral,” he reminds me. With one hand he sweeps the cereal from the counter into the sink, leaving milk streaked behind. “Unless you forgot—”

“I didn’t forget.” I just don’t want to think about it until I absolutely, positively have to. Before he can say another word, I duck into the back room and close the door on him and his calm your ass downbit. Jeez, try to be nice to him and he wants to know what’s wrong with me. See if I goof with him again.