The Brilliant Fall of Gianna Z. (2010)
The Brilliant Fall of Gianna Z.
“CHAPTER 7 When I open our front door, the smell of burned sugar stings my nose. The door to the funeral home is closed. Dad must be with a client—a living one, not a dead one—so I leave him alone and head up to the kitchen. A sharp gray haze hangs in the air and makes me cough. How come the smoke detector didn’t go off? And where’s Nonna? She should be home.
I drop my backpack, run to the oven, and yank open the door. Black smoke pours out in a monster cloud and burns my eyes. When I stop coughing and wave away enough smoke, I can make out a cookie sheet with sixteen charred black lumps. I grab the oven mitt and pull them out so fast that half go skidding off onto the floor. The tray clatters on top of the stove. Even out of the oven, the cookies keep smoking like crazy, so I grab the sheet again, run out the back door, and drop it sizzling onto the damp grass.
I pull off the oven mitt, my hands shaking, and go back inside.
“Mom?” She’s usually busy on her laptop when I get home, but ...she doesn’t answer.MoreLess
I drop my backpack, run to the oven, and yank open the door. Black smoke pours out in a monster cloud and burns my eyes. When I stop coughing and wave away enough smoke, I can make out a cookie sheet with sixteen charred black lumps. I grab the oven mitt and pull them out so fast that half go skidding off onto the floor. The tray clatters on top of the stove. Even out of the oven, the cookies keep smoking like crazy, so I grab the sheet again, run out the back door, and drop it sizzling onto the damp grass.
I pull off the oven mitt, my hands shaking, and go back inside.
“Mom?” She’s usually busy on her laptop when I get home, but ...she doesn’t answer.MoreLess
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