Isaiah
“Boys, I need all of you to come sit down at the table. There is something I need to talk to you about,” Ann called us solemnly.
I felt the vomit come into the back of my throat. I already knew without Ann having to say anything that it had to be something bad. It’s only ever bad. And it usually means another move. I knew it. And I could tell that David knew it too. His already pale face had gone a kind of sickly green color. Only Jays was completely oblivous. He probably thought we were being called to the table to get a snack.
Everything was about food to Jays.
He hurried to the table, but David and I dragged our feet, as thought we could delay the inevitable. But eventually we had to pull out our chairs and sit at the scuffed wooden table. Ann was fidgety and nervous.
Anoth
