Chapter 11

“These eggs are so buttery,” my father said, spooning a heap into his mouth.

I stared down at my plate of bacon and eggs. I reached for a blueberry scone from the basket in the center of the table. It was piping hot.

“That was some animal excitement last night,” my father said to my mother at the other end of the table.

I kept my head down, staring at my scone, ignoring them.

My mother was making strange noises in the back of her throat. As I glanced up at her slowly, I noticed amuscle in her face twitching as her gaze met my father’s, her thin lips parting and disappearing into an elongated grin.

I cringed at their secret adult code for sex. For shits and giggles, I broke the uncomfortable breakfast table conversation. “I didn’t hear anything. What are you two talking about?”

“Neighborhood raccoons were making a racket outside our bedroom window last night,” Dad said.

“We don’t have raccoons in the area,” I said, adding insult to injury.