Fright Watch No.1: The Stitchers

Fright Watch No.1: The Stitchers — page 9
Just as we’re about to turn the corner I spot the front door opening at the Browns house Holding my breath I’m able to make out the toe of Mr Brown’s white sneaker before Mom juts the car in the opposite direction off of Goodie Lane and onto Main Street My fingers tingle as I text Mike Are you watching He writes back immediately I’m on it I sink back into the seat wishing that I was with him Mom turns down the radio and continues to rattle on beside me oblivious And Grandma Jane said she might be stopping by tonight At this I perk up Really Is she cooking for us Mom’s eyes widen You know your grandma When has she ever gone anywhere without bringing food My whole body warms No one can cook like Grandma Jane No one Are you going to be home for dinner I ask I can’t I’m working a twelve-hour shift today unless I get someone to swap with me I’m not surprised by her words She’s been working more hours at the hospital since Dad passed Sorry honey she says turning to face me after she parks in front of the school It’s fine I mumble How about tomorrow you and I go out to dinner We can go to Cucina Della Nonna if you want Your favorite Sure I say climbing out of the car On the sidewalk I join the sea of seventh graders as we all make our way toward Rocky Hill Middle School Once inside I immediately spot Zoe at her locker and she waves me down in a panic