Chapter 13

“Wha?”

“Do you think my father hates my guts now for ruining his funeral? I remember his telling us about it years ago, when I was just leaving for college, how he had it all planned out, and how it would go like clockwork. Whom he wanted there and whom he didn’t want there.” I had to stop to breathe.

Mike yawned. I wanted to stick my fingers in his mouth. I don’t know why, but I did. So I did.

“Because I really feel awful about ruining his plans. I don’t know where the kids are, and my brother looked like he wanted to kill me. Cecile’s family was there. They all looked like they were in shock over my being there with you and all those fish guys. Then I passed out. You know?”

Mike started sucking my finger. I was so lost in my fear, though, that my inner monologue just kept spewing out like lava, or water from a broken faucet.