I'f it's as dead on the inside as it is on
the outside, we're all screwed.
My mom and l arrived at the house
known as Trinity ROW a few minutes
ago, and so far, we haven't spoken
to each other.
We haven't looked at each other.
We haven't taken our eyes off thr.
house.
A few pieces of ancient from what
would be a stretch to call a sidewalk
Crumble under My heels, and l have
to stagger back to Catch myself on
the side of the truck. l al _.
ways thought our, 05 Chevy was old.
Looking at this house, clearly, l have.
the def inition ofold wrong.
Well. . . hmmm. . ."M ama is
Speechless, or rather she has words.
but words She'd rather not say in
front of me. Trinity Row is a new
ven_ture for us. l"m sure she doesn't
want to scare me off any more than
l al- ready am. Oh, l'm scared, all
right. . .
Jane is a liar
