The call was for Dad. I wasn't hugely surprised, since nobody ever calls for me, but I just wished they wouldn't have called him on his birthday
! I busied myself cleaning up, but I couldn't miss the look on his face when I walked past him. He had hurried off to to the living room as soon as he got off the phone; I assume he wanted to get away from the crowd. I had to round up a few plates that had ended up there, and what I saw scared me. Dad -- my dad, my tough soldier dad -- looked like he was trying not to cry.
Mrs Goth and Melissa Roomie went looking for him, and he yelled at them to go home. I don't know what made him so angry, but he said something that really
scared me. "I'm too old for this kind of thing," he told our bewildered neighbours. "You just sit at home and read the news...if this goes on much more, I'll be coming back in an urn."
An urn? An urn?!? Dad's talking about coming home in an urn? How am I going to tell Mom what I heard? Or should I? She's in the kitchen now, having a cup of coffee before bed, and I know he hasn't told her anything more than he told me... What's going on? What do I do?
TO BE CONTINUED...
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