After taking a very long shower, I trudged down the steps in my pajamas and grabbed my hat, coat, and boots before heading out the back door to sit on the patio chair half-covered with snow and ice. Coach Bentley must have been in his bedroom, which was at the opposite end of the kitchen on the first floor.
Blair,
You're still my best friend. But I'm jealous of your family. I can't help it. I'm going to call you and tell you my news, but I'm hoping you don't invite me over or talk about your mom being annoying. She's still here. Be happy about that.
Love, Karen
While bravery still swam in my veins, I dialed Blair's number, knowing I couldn't keep today's events from my best friend. After Blair, I'd call Grandma and let her know, too. Especially since I'd just charged over fifty dollars to her credit card at Walmart.
Then I'd go to bed in a closet, hoping the scent of my parent's ghosts wouldn't envelop me in my sleep, invading my dreams.
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