“Wait ‘til your father gets home!”
I’m not sure what I’ve done this time, but something tells me it has to do with the baseball I just hit.
“How many times have I told you not to play ball so close to the house?”
Against my better judgement, I run toward the porch. I’d rather hide at Billy’s house.
Mom’s pointing up.
I gawk and shudder.
The ceiling fan looks like the very claw approaching me—Mom’s hand.
She grabs my hair and pulls me inside. “Go to your room!”
Why, oh, why didn’t I hide at Billy’s?
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