The house was empty when I woke the next morning. Mom had left breakfast for me on my desk, so I ate first thing. Then I slowly walked down the stairs to plant myself in front of the TV. There was no way I would get any homework done in this current state of mind, and my stomach was having a fit again.
Grandmom came home from grocery shopping just in time for lunch. She sad Mom was working late. After lunch I felt content enough to get some homework out of the way.
John came home at five. He was smiling as always, but I could tell he was upset about something. Just before dinner, he pulled me aside all serious-like. I was scared.
“How have you been today?” he asked, trying to act light.
“Same as always: sick,” I muttered.
“Up or down?” John asked. That was our way of labeling my health.
“Down, but not out.” John tried at a smile. I remained serious, though part of me desperately wanted to laugh. “I couldn’t tell you anything about the shows I watched today.”
John nodded.
“Hey, listen,” he said. “There’s something big going down Christmas break. A bunch of Daes are getting together for a meeting. I need you to stay here the whole time.”
I grimaced, but I’m not sure it was from the pain. “Why? What’s going on?”
“Just trust me, James. I want to make sure you’re safe.”
“Christmas break… that starts next week, right? I think I can squeeze your request into my callendar.”
John actually smiled this time. “Thanks, bud.” He ruffled my hair, adding, “Let’s eat!”
Secrets.
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