Capítulo 8: Chapter 8

“Where’s Ira?” I asked after she rubbed cheeks with me.

She frowned. “Your fatheris in the den watching The People’s Court.” She tugged on the strands of my hair. “I liked your old hair. Your old glasses, too. You don’t look like my son.”

“It was time for a change,” I said.

She sighed. “There was nothing wrong with you. You should go say hi to your father.”

“What’s for dinner?” Making no move to go to the den, I went instead to the fridge and poured myself a glass of iced tea.

“Spaghetti. Go on, you can’t live your life mad at your father. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”

Wanna a bet?

“Fine.” I doubted he’d be any happier to see me than I was to see him, but for her sake I would try.

The television blared from the den. Shaking my head, I rounded the corner and stood in the doorway. Ira didn’t even glance at me from his easy chair, just kept staring at the television screen.

“Mom says dinner will be ready in about ten minutes.”