We’re grounded. Stuck at home. Right in the middle of summer vacation. For two whole weeks. At least for this second week, our mother’s convinced our father to let me and Jennifer have friends in. Trapped at home with just the two of us was driving her crazy. I can tell. Like the Colonel—that’s our father—was punishing her too. So JZ’s here playing Canasta. I invited him.
But last week we were our father’s slaves. Cleaning the stupid attic. Sweat-stinging-your-eyes-hot up there. A big wood-spider bit me. A bite like a red hot half Ping-Pong ball. When I bellyached at dinner how bad it burned, the Colonel called me a sissy. Of course
And it wasboring up there. Until Thursday. That’s when we found this co
