Dissipate: Book Two

Chapter 24

Sabrina McLain:

Today was a Saturday.

I spent the morning scrubbing

the blood

off of the bottom of the

bathtub.

I fixed the door to the bathroom.

I cleaned my room

until it looked like

one of those bedrooms

out of a PB Teen magazine.

I baked a batch

of snickerdoodle cookies.

I raked the leaves off of the lawn

and tried to ignore

the frost that glittered on the grass.

I tried to ignore the tiny

snow flurries

that drifted down from

the heavy grey sky

and settled onto my eyelashes.

I folded a few folds of laundry.

I finished my homework

and got started on the

remediation work that

Mr. Short was making me do.

It was due on Monday after school.

He's having me read a book

called

Wuthering Heights

and it's truthfully very good.

I'm supposed to write a journal entry

on every chapter.

I've read four chapters.

I need to write four entries.

Baylee sat dutifully at the kitchen table

(I wasn't allowing her to

hide in her room all the time

anymore)

and did her homework.

After that, she helped Mom

clean up the kitchen,

mopping and sweeping

and dusting and polishing

and tidying and scrubbing.

Mom worked on some report

she had to do for work.

After all of our activity ended,

we ate lunch together,

watching the flurries get bigger,

turning into snowflakes,

falling thickly and sticking onto the grass.

After we'd finished eating,

Mom called Marc

and we talked to him on speakerphone.

He, too, was working on a report

for the office.

He said that he would come over