Part Eight

H o m e . . . . . .



“Where have you BEEN! We were worried SICK about you!”

“I'm sorry Mom, I really am—!”

“Sorry's not good enough! I about told John!”

“No! Don't do that. Can I just explain?”

 Oops. I forgot to tell Mom I met someone new and that I was going to hang out with him. This really isn't a good thing for me to do so soon after the kidnapping. I couldn't blame her for being scared, even if she did sound just like Molly Weasley.

What I didn't get was why she preferred the injured John over a neighbor, or even the far away Dad. (Where the heck was he anyway?)

After the argument, Mom set Grandmom in charge of making sure I did my homework. I was also not allowed to talk to any visitors. Luckily, I didn't have much to make up, but it still took me a while to take care of. While it was just me and Grandmom, my Mom left to “get something important,” whatever that meant. When she came home, she kept the package to herself, making it seem like something I should care for. After dinner, she took it and Grandmom upstairs and said for me to do as I liked.



Is that some sort of test?