A Head Full of Ghosts: a Novel
“I hadn’t known that was going to happen. No one had told me I wasn’t going. No one asked if I wanted to stay home. No one woke me up in time to go even if I’d wanted to.
When I woke up it was after nine o’clock. I was nervous at first, like I’d done something wrong. Mom was still asleep in bed next to me. She didn’t stir as I quietly crawled out of bed, dressed in sweatpants and a sweat shirt, and sneaked away.
Marjorie was asleep in her room, on her side, facing away from the doorway. I peeked in across the hall and Dad wasn’t in his bedroom. I went into the sunroom, peeled back the black cloth covering the windows so I could see out front. His car was gone.
I went downstairs to eat breakfast and found Ken sitting at the kitchen table by himself with coffee, a laptop, and his notebook.
He said, “Good morning, Merry.”
“Hi.”
“Need any help? Want me to make you something?”
“No.” I acted like I was mad at him though I wasn’t really sure why I’d be mad at him.
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